Quotes About Trust

He's thinking about me because I'm a novelty, that's all." "I don't think that's the reason," Shaun said. I glared at him. "Trust me, Shaun, a lot is going on here that you don't know about." "Tara told me he kissed you." I frowned at Tara. "You told him?" "Well, yeah. I tell Shaun everything. He's my boyfriend." "I'm starting to hate that term. 'My boyfriend.

You knew he was going to break up with her," I said without preamble. She groaned. "Yeah, sorta. The guy-code stuff? He'd asked Shaun for tips on how to break up with a girl so that they stayed friends." "Well, he sure blew that.

I can't tell him anything personal or important. I especially can't tell him anything like 'I think your roommate is God's gift to girls.' He'd make my life impossible.

I looked behind me to make sure my jeans hadn't caught on fire yet from all the lying.

Being human?" She smirks. "Be wary of a man who you don't want bringing you a cool towel when you're about to pass out from explosive diarrhea.

Because promises are potato chips. They're cheap. Easy to break. Too many hurt your heart.

He drummed the table with his fingers and chewed his bottom lip. "Who knows what she wants. She says she's forgiven me. That I should come home." I forked a piece of corned beef off his plate. "End of relationship haiku." He counted on his fingers--five-seven-five--and that perfect smile of his peeked from the gloom.

Ha. This bitch really thinks I trust her.

Never blink while telling a tale. People will always believe you if you don't blink.

Everyone lies, everyone leaves something out of the narrative.

Be wary of a man who you don't want bringing you a cool towel when you're about to pass out from explosive diarrhea.

You have to trust someone before you can have rituals with them.

I can't imagine what it would be like to have sex with a man. To be so intimate with another person. Not to hide anything. I don't know if I could do that. It would have to be a boy anyway, not a grown man, someone as scared as me.

I'll never forget sitting with you and hearing you whisper, "Find someone to take back to our hotel room with us.

If someone had told me I'd spend the first night of my honeymoon watching another woman giving my husband head—and liking it—a few years before, or even a few weeks before, I'd have thought they were crazy.

She smiled at him like they were about to rob a bank together.

Whatever she was or wasn't, she looked like a liar and he liked liars.

I trusted the need for risk, the importance of honoring it.

Lovers offered only what they offered and nothing more, and what they offered came with provisos.

Seks is geen ruilhandel, het is een schenkeconomie.

On the deepest level, I know my body is on my side.

When I stop trying to create a life for myself, I find the life God creates for me. When I cease trying to make a name for myself—competing, grasping, pushing my way to the top—His name emerges through the actions of my life.

What we don't often realize is that stopping to rest is also an act of worship. It's not just something we do for ourselves—something we get to decide if and when it is needed. It's something we do with God, honoring Him.

The thing I knew I needed to let go of most was anger. I would have to take on faith that something else would come in its place.