Quotes About Trust

I am exhausted by trying to get along with the Lord.

My one and only chicken, bequeathed to me by Robinson, dreaded the noon hour the same as I did, he'd go back in with me. For three weeks the chicken lived with me like that, following me like a dog, clucking constantly, seeing snakes wherever he went. One day of extreme boredom, I ate him.

Hiçbir ÅŸey aç?klanamaz. Dünyan?n tek bildiÄŸi ÅŸey uyurken bir o yana bir bu yana dönen biri gibi sizi öldürmektir, dünya uyurken üstünüze aband???nda, uyuyan birinin pireleri ezdiÄŸi gibi. Böylesine bir ölüm pek ahmakça olurdu, diye düÅŸündüm, herkes gibi yani. Ä°nsanlara güvenmek demek kendini az?c?k öldürtmekle eÅŸdeÄŸerdir.

The serious scientific public trusted him implicitly and consequently had no need to read him. If those people were to start getting critical, no further progress would be possible. They would spend a whole year over every page.

To put your trust in men is to get yourself killed a little

Nikad više ne?u verovati u ono što oni govore, u ono što misle. Ljudi i samo ljudi se treba plašiti, uvek.

C'est des hommes et d'eux seulement qu'il faut avoir peur, toujours.

Now was the time to make quick tracks. Back to Fort-Gono, retrace my steps? Try to explain my conduct and the circumstances of the present disaster? I hesitated . . . Not for long. Nothing can be explained. The world only knows how to do one thing, to roll over and kill you, as a sleeper kills his fleas. That would be a stupid way to die, I said to myself, to let myself be crushed like everybody else. To put your trust in men is to get yourself killed a little.

Trust in frightened people takes the place of love.

The mania for telling lies and believing them is as contagious as the itch.

To put your trust in men is to get yourself killed a little. In

I don't know how to make friends and influence people, I fuck around too much, my reputation's bad.

faith: belief in light of the absence of proof, enlightenment received through prayer, and that which is seen and unseen….

artists look at what is, what they can see, and they draw it. Poets never trust the surface. They learn to look beneath, and to trust what they can't see.

The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard lie down with the kid, and a little child shall lead them.

Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn't see him." " 'Cause you hadn't convinced her to let you keep him yet," Mark said reasonably. "Did you leave the cats to keep him company?" "Yes," Augusta said. "And did they become best friends?" Maripat asked, happily sensing the end of the story. "No," Augusta said, knowing she was in too deep. "He ate them.

I've learned the hard way," she said, holding Jonathan's letter, "that people aren't always what they seem to be at first." "But sometimes they are," Sam said.

Mustard seeds mean faith," she had said. "All you need is the tiniest bit for it to sprout and grow. And you can do anything with faith. . . .

You're having what Saint John of the Cross would call 'a dark night of the soul,'" Aunt Aida said. "Follow it through, darling. Try to abide with the feelings, and know that you're being shown something you've never seen before. Have faith that morning will come.

God steers, but you row.

She's so anxious about being loved, she ends up driving people away.

Falling in love," his father had said. "It's like taking a horse over a brush fence—you get air, rise up, take the jump. And you might land okay, or you might go flying. You want to make sure you're on solid ground. That's what loving someone is like: you land safely. You have ground under your feet.

We die alone, the saying went. But Susannah had never believed it. Not when you come from a close family, not when you are surrounded by love.

liked the way Jane smiled at her—as if Jane was looking for and seeing the very best in Chloe. Not like teachers, always correcting you, trying to improve you, and not like parents, just waiting for you to do the next wrong thing, so they could shake their heads and let you know how disappointed they were in you. . . .