Quotes About Trust

I love you, June, and you know how acutely, how desperately. You know that no one can say or do anything to shake my love. I have taken you into myself, whole. You need have no fear of being unmasked, only loved.

We can build a palace around us if everything is right between us.

She was truthful, or I was the greatest dupe who ever existed. I can only believe in our ecstasy. I don't want to know, I only want to love her.

saw him as a saint. His attitude silenced me. From that moment on, if he had been brought back to me dead on a stretcher, I would not have cared. He cannot hurt me any more.

I gave away my mystery, knowing I shouldn't, yet incapable of anything else.

What can I say Rango? What can I do to prove to you that I belong to you?

Because he was so critical, so severe, so suspicious of her, she became secretive and lying. She would never say what she really thought. She was afraid of him.

I don't know, but it is a me that is absolutely trusting, naif, child-like, and that me accepts all the stories, all the lies, all the treachery.

Also, I entreat you: do not show your work in progress to any outsider. I mean Bradley or Kahane, or anyone who is not working with you, following your thought, entering into it. It is confusing. These men are not your co-workers or even friends. These men are outsiders. Keep to yourself. You need a deep cohesion, a strong forward continuity. Admit no opinions until you are through.

I smile because I listen to the OTHER and I believe the OTHER. I am a marionette pulled by the unskilled fingers, pulled apart, inharmoniously dislocated, one arm dead, the other rhapsodising in mid-air. I laugh, not when it fits into my talk, but when it fits into the undercurrents of my talk.

He had appointed her not only guardian angel, but a member of his ideals.

You haven't loved yet... You've only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, desire alone is not love, illusion is not love, dreaming is not love. All these were paths leading you out of yourself, it is true, and so you thought they led to another, but you never reached the other. You were only on the way.

Night. The stars and the moon impassive, undisturbed, eternal. A little of their impassivity flows into me. They are consoling. They reduce the intensity and acuteness of human sorrow. I feel less strangled, less oppressed. I transfer to the moon and the stars some of the trust in God I once had, and realize that serenity comes from an acceptance of death. Man's life span is short. There is an end to pain.

But my faith seems naive, at least today. Maybe tomorrow I can believe again.

Es fácil crear la ilusión del amor. El otro te ayuda.

The root of all dissention between friends is the quality of idealism contained in it.

I want the key, the key to the lies." "Passion and violence never opened a human being." "What opens human beings?" "Compassion.

Yes, Anaïs, I was thinking how I could betray you, but I can't. I want you. I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit—ah

In all of us there is human weakness. The friend is the one who goes out to strengthen this weakness, but not to attack it.

A cambio de fidelidad, yo le doy mi imaginación, e incluso mi talento, si se quiere. Nunca he estado satisfecha de nuestras cuentas, pero han de mantenerse.

Es cierto, como dice Hugo, que yo llevo mis pensamientos y especulaciones al diario y que él sólo es consciente del dolor que puedo causarle cuando ocurre algún incidente. Sin embargo, yo soy su diario. Sólo es capaz de pensar en voz alta conmigo o a través mío.

We give to our friends only a small part of ourselves. In the climate of love another being emerges.

Comienzo a ver las cosas con mayor claridad. Ahora sé por qué el primer día no me fiaba de él. Sus acciones se hallan desprovistas de sentimiento y de imaginación. Motivadas por meros hábitos de vida, de aprehensión y de análisis. Es un saltamontes. Ahora ha saltado a mi vida. Mi sensación de repugnancia se intensifica.

having faith that their life together, their adventures together, and the stories that they told each other, would soon take the place of the wine, believing that all the natural intoxications of caress would flow from her and not the barrel.