Quotes About Trust

Do you promise? He demanded again. I can't let you go, Alek. She said softly. You...what?

If Chizara was agreeing with Ethan, things were bad.

I thought when he learned my secret, he would understand the ally I could be. But instead, he doesn't even know who I am.

You don't look very happy. Tally tried to smile. David had shared his biggest secret with her; she should tell him hers. But she wasn't brave enough to say the words. It's been a long night. That's all. He smiled back. Don't worry, it won't last forever.

Maybe that was why she was helping Madeleine. She was a manipulative bitch, but Dess couldn't imagine living in any other reality than the one those manipulations had created. In a way, Dess owed the old mindcaster something. Like her life, such as it was.

Don't worry, Aya-la," Tally said, firmly grasping her wrist. "You'll still be real, even with no hovercam watching.

Maybe this time she could show him what was really inside her, deeper than any operation could reach.

But doesn't real love work the other way round?" Kiralee asked. "You start by thinking someone's fabulous, and by the end of the piece you realize he's a monster!

Whatever Hiro said about fame protecting her, it felt safer next to Frizz than under the eyes of a million people.

If any of us die tonight, it won't be from cold or suffocation—it'll be from hitting the ground too fast. Have I mentioned we aren't wearing parachutes?

She wondered if if there was anyone out there, really, or if David was just some story the Uglies made up to scare each other.

I mean how could he possibly preconceive something like that?' And I'm dying right? My face is red and I'm fuming. And then, finally, Christine grabs me and takes me aside and says 'Don didn't send that. Mick and John did.' They were in hysterics.

I love Lindsey's work. I didn't hang around with him for seven years for nothing, listening to him play guitar every single night, watching him fall asleep with his electric guitar across his chest. There were nights I had to pry the guitar off of him so he could sleep in a normal position.

Because faithfulness is not a human question, but a divine one.

The world is not full of betrayers, it is full of people with decent motives and a full desire to do right by those who know them and love them. This is a little-known truth, but I think it is a truth nonetheless. Empirically, from all the years of my work, I would attest to that. I know it is a miraculous conclusion, but there it is. We like to make strangers of everyone. We are not wolves, but lambs astonished in the margins of the fields by sunlight and summer.

There is seldom a difficulty with religion where there is friendship.

I've met men I would trust in the mouth of hell. Byrne or Douglas. I would trust them to breathe for me, to pump my blood with their hearts. Did you love them best? Would they be the ones you'd choose? To die with? No. The one time I've felt what you describe was with a woman. A lover, you mean? said Jack. Not your own flesh and blood? I think she was my own flesh and blood. I truly believe she was.

I suppose I was lucky enough to be educated at a time when teachers still thought children could handle knowledge. They trusted us. Then there came a time when they decided that because not every kid in the class could understand or remember those things they wouldn't teach them anymore because it wasn't fair on the less good ones. So they withheld knowledge. Then I suppose the next lot of teachers didn't have the knowledge to withhold.

This intimacy is not necessary; no one is compelling me to open my inmost self and lay it naked, undefended, against that of another – merely for the joy of the communion.

We have lived too closely, been through too much. I will not leave you. I cannot, any more than I can leave myself.

Gray looked at him. "If I die, Wraysford, and you are still alive, I want you to take charge of the company." "Me? Why not Harrington?" "Because you are a mad, cold-hearted devil and that is what we are going to need.

It makes absolutely no sense to make sacrifices for a group that, itself, isn't willing to make sacrifices for you.

When a person does something for another person—a prosocial act, as it's called—they are rewarded not only by group approval but also by an increase of dopamine and other pleasurable hormones in their blood. Group cooperation triggers higher levels of oxytocin, for example, which promotes everything from breast-feeding in women to higher levels of trust and group bonding in men.

He'd been generous, yes, but lots of people are generous; what made him different was the fact that he'd taken responsibility for me.