Quotes About Trust

Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face. "If I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you.

Awww," Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us.

The betrayal meant he couldn't trust her anymore, and his heart told him he couldn't forgive her.

Please, Tommy, Please.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed? Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you're not trying to kill us anymore...

Thomas turned to see Newt there, smiling. That grin sent a wave of reassurance through Thomas, as if he were finding out the world was okay again.

It was her. It was Teresa.

Minho looked at Thomas. "I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.

Reason we're here is because almost every lovin' kid in the Glade has come up to me in the last day or two either boohooing about Thomas or beggin' to take his bloody hand in marriage...

The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. "You're sweet. I really hope we don't end up killing you, at least.

You're so sweet,' Frypan said with a snort. 'Go ahead and die with Thomas. I think I'll sneak away and enjoy living with the guilt.

Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face, "if I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you." Snickering at Thomas's eye roll, he went through the doors and they closed.

Just go with it', he thought. 'You won't figure out anything if you give in to fear'.

But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything. "There's something about us. We're not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We're valuable. Alive, not dead." The anger on Jorge's face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What's a shank?

Don't mess with Teresa. If I teach you nothing else in life, it's that. Don't mess with Teresa.

You're going to shoot me? Old pal?

We're all going a little craz—" He stopped; he couldn't possibly say anything worse. "I mean …" "Just shut it," Newt said. "I know something's started in my head. I don't feel right. But you don't need to worry your buggin' panties off.

It's your incalculable ability to trust others that has always touched me. And I'm sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times" - Dr. Paige

Newt stood to join Thomas and jabbed a finger in his face. "You listen to me, Greenie. You listenin' all nice and pretty?" Thomas surprisly didn't feel that indimidated. He rolled his eyes, but then nodded. "You better stop this nonsense, before others hear about it. That's not how it works around here, and our whole existence depends on things working.

Thomas had to trust Newt.

When they'd settled into bed last night, everything had seemed good and safe. Yeah, maybe this was worse, to have that suddenly taken away.