Quotes About Trust

it is better to be gullible than suspicious.

If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion. Except with my own secrets, of course.

She said I'd poison his mind and make him a fascist. I said she'd poison his body and make him an addict.

All the world knows it is better to be gullible than suspicious.

For the first time in as long as he can remember, El Capitan is proud of his brother. Damn it, Helmud! Shit! You've been planning to kill me!

I've never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it.

I always doubt people... I've survived by not believing in other human beings.

Will you be my wife forever? Here and now and beyond all of this?

To know someone, to be known. That matters more than he'd ever thought it would.

Father can be the person you most hate and most fear, yes, but deep down you expect that he'll be the one to save you.

All this time, you've been lying to me!

Sometimes your secrets are your only value.

Yehuda bile Tanr?'n?n plan?n?n bir parças?yd?.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

What was love if not a certain pleasantly deluded familiarity built up over years?

Use it all you want. Marry him. He'll never really be yours, and you'll never know it. Or maybe you will.

I will die, however," he said quite seriously, "if you leave me again. Just watch me.

She mulled how very Jonathan of him to effortlessly find his way to her when she needed him, labyrinth or no. Just as he'd effortlessly uncovered her secrets. But that was simply because he'd been born knowing the secret to her. He was hers and she was his. Just as there was one key for every lock

You wagered you could indulge passion and receive trust and honor in return, and lost.

And in his weariness, only one word came to Jonathan, like a prayer. Tommy, he thought, invoking what was good and real. Tommy. The word for love in his world right now. Tommy. And he supposed the word that occurred to you in your darkest moments...well, that word meant love. That was perhaps how you knew. And perhaps that was the purpose of dark moments.

The question remains... who takes care of you, Miss Vale? I might ask the same question of you, Lord Dryden.

Trust was freedom, she understood now. It was a luxury. Without it, life was a cell. No emotion could ever get through unfettered and it seemed a hellish way to live.

Nothing was more erotic than a big, hot, strong guy armed with a spreadsheet whose object was to make her life easier.

Ah, now, he soothed in his low, easy voice, the way he would a spooked horse or a woman whose bodice he was about to slip lower. It worked a treat. Her pupils dilated in sudden interest, for it was 'that' kind of voice and she was a woman after all. She'd decided he was attractive and pleasant and she visibly softened. When he bothered to use that tone on women they generally did.