Quotes About Trust

Because if Lazlo thought a dream could not be stolen, he underestimated Thyon Nero.

Then there were things-- epic, terrible things-- that he didn't tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.

Los deseos son engañosos; sin embargo, la esperanza es sincera. La esperanza realiza su propia magia.

She hadn't expected to be sorry, and at first she wasn't. The act itself was neither disappointing nor magical; it was what it was: a new closeness. A shared secret.

Do you think it's over now, though? That he's through with me?" "One way you could make sure," said Chiro. She was glib, jesting - surely - but her eyes were bright. "You could die," she said. "Resurrect ugly. He'd leave you alone then.

And he was her one true person, settled and sure, for life

Well then," said Lazlo, wry. "It's a good thing we were always such excellent friends, working together for the good of all." It mightn't have been true before, but perhaps it could be.

Oh, Astrae, we have kept you too safe if it is us that you fear.

Ansiaba una presencia a su lado, en todo momento. Unos dedos que rozaran ligeramente su nuca y una voz que se uniera a la suya en la oscuridad. Alguien que la esperara con un paraguas para acompañarla a casa bajo la lluvia, y sonriera abiertamente al verla llegar. Que bailara con ella en el balcón, cumpliera sus promesas y conociera sus secretos, que creara un pequeño universo allí donde se encontrara, solo con abrazos, susurros y confianza.

I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you won't punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child. (Or a badger.)

She would choose her family. Anything else was unthinkable,

Let's just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren't going to eat us, are they?" No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, "I don't think so. But try not to look delicious, okay?" She was rewarded with a snort from Zuzana. "That poses a problem, seeing as how we are totally delicious.

Having hope was like dangling himself over a chasm and putting the rope in her hands. She could annihilate him if she wanted to.

And Lazlo was surprised by the strength of his gratitude—to be believed, even by a tomb raider from a family of assassins. Or perhaps especially by a tomb raider from a family of assassins.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to frost and betrayal.

Seriously?" Zuzana muttered. "As if he knows. Like he didn't tell the last twenty-five reporters because he was saving this excellent secret knowledge just for her?

The only hope…is hope.

Over the years she'd found that that was all it took, that lazy smile, and she could tell the truth without risk of being believed.

The thing about having friends who are as close as blood, as true as your own heart, as the twins had been to her, is you don't bother much with other people. And if you have the misfortune to get left behind, well, you've made yourself a lonely nest to live in.

It was, in fact, quite difficult to lie to a hawk.

It's a secret. My previous best friend suspected, and now she's at the bottom of a well. (Not really. She's in Poland. I had nothing to do with it

And yet… the only hope is hope.

La única esperanza es... la esperanza

Karou loved Zuzana for her willingness to play out such silliness on a long kite string.