Quotes About Trust

They had barely spoken for fifteen years, and only the mortal peril engendered by the Angel Dust's interest in their daughter had brought them back into alliance again.

What the Faeries touch cannot be trusted, and they tell naught but lies wrapped in the skin of truth. Wolves in wool coats.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

Her name was Niyara, and she had green eyes, and she said she loved me. She said she was my best friend, that I was family to her. She said a lot of things.

I chose to trust, because my hormones were surging, and I was limerent and infatuated, and I wanted with all my heart and soul to believe. In us.

When we love, it is hard to forgive the beloved for not being the person we imagined them.

I'll say this Wainwright. When she chooses a side, she doesn't screw around.

She leaned into the embrace for a long, quiet moment, listening to the pounding of his heart.

Punishing Benedick because she didn't like his honest answers got them no closer to healing.

She reined her mare in close enough that Gin could lean a shoulder on her to be comforted, and slid her own arm around Kit's waist, seeming not to notice that it took all of his flickering strength of heart not to shy and buck.

I wait at the airlock, Gabe on my left side, Patty on my right. Captain Wainwright is three steps in front of us, Richard hovering like an anxious blind date in my head.

They had not been lied to. The men were gentle; when one leaned, moved, spoke, the other mirrored. She sensed it in the energy between them, their calm failure to react on any visceral level to her smile, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her lips-or to the more youthful charms of her security detail. She knew it as surely as she would have known fear or hunger. Not only were they gentle, they were together.

Kit held his breath as Lucifer came to him, tilted his chin up with a wing-tip touch, wordlessly eased open his tight folded arms with a brush of gentle feathers.

Hush, puss. This wouldn't happen if you didn't fight me so.

Must do this thing in any case: wilt thou trust thy vengeance to thine Elf-Knight, love?

The improvised weapon in his hand, the comfort of his friend at his side were all the strength he needed.

Had he robbed her of all joy forever? Or of all trust in her joy, which amounted to the same thing?

He had absolutely no objection to using his partner's brooding charisma as a weapon.

Leah and I connect, and we have since she was barely old enough to grab my finger and stare deeply into my eyes. There's something about her that reminds me of Nell, come to think of it. Wide-eyed wonder and a whim of carbon steel.

No. He would. He would not repudiate Kit, on his deathbed for any reason.

Elspeth chuckles, that half-swallowed ironic laugh I've got so fond of, and lowers her voice.

Mingan smiled and set Cathoair down, deceptively gentle. The Wolf leaned him against the wall, barely upright…and grabbed his chin in one hand, and the nape of his neck in the other.

Mehiel, my brother, I dare say the one thou lovest doth care for thee, as well.

Kit stepped close enough for Oxford to feel the heat of his breath, Will imagined, the naked blade angled between them as if laid down the center of a bed.