Quotes About Trust

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

David held up his hands. "Hold it. This is going nowhere. You two are both afraid, and being afraid makes you angry, and being angry makes you lash out." "Thank you, Dr. Laura," I said snippily. "I'm not afraid of her," Hunter said, like a six-year-old, and I wanted to kick him under the table. Now that I knew he was actually alive, I remembered just how unpleasant he was.

Maybe Paula was even Eileen's mùirn beatha dàn

Ahora, vamos: dibuja un círculo, tan redondo como puedas. Tenía un mal presentimiento acerca de todo aquello. A pesar de ello, obedecí: así soy yo, siempre confiada y obediente. Ja.

Afterward, she hooked a limp arm around his neck, buried her face against his shoulder, and whispered, "Don't ever get hypothermia with anyone but me.

It was a fact that he hadn't lied to her--except for the time he had promised to cut out her tongue and hadn't. She couldn't very well hold that against him.

Por vezes, aqueles que inicialmente parecem ser os nossos piores inimigos acabam por se tornar os nossos maiores amigos.

O amor não se compra. Não é possível forjar um caminho para chegar ao coração de alguém

A vida não pára. Por vezes, temos de arranjar forças para a enfrentar e apenas o conseguimos fazer, procurando no mais profundo do nosso ser a fé e a confiança perdidas

Hunter, I think I'd better leave you, yes? So you can make peace with your woman." With a grimace, Hunter nodded. "Her heart is laid upon the ground." "Is it me? I will make talk with her." "I don't think it would be safe," he said wryly.

Cinching the drawstring of his pants, he tied a quick bowknot and extended a hand to her. For an instant Loretta was swept back in time to that first afternoon, when he had commanded she place her palm across his. She had been so terrified then, but no longer. His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

No. My daughter walks with you. Choose your way carefully, yes? The trail ahead of you will be steep at times. At others, it may be rocky and narrow. You must be certain you go along a path that leaves room for her to journey beside you.

His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

I will go wherever the Great Ones lead me," Hunter whispered. "You know I will. It's just that I can't see the path they want me to follow. There is no one to lead me." "The path will be there. When you turn your face westward you will know , deep within, where to place your feet." Warrior's voice rang with certainty.

Afterward Hunter drew her gently into his arms and reminded her of the promises he had made her, that she would never experience brutality or shame in his arms, only love. "How can you not hear the song my heart sings, Blue Eyes?" Loretta knew he was referring to far more than his lovemaking.

You will lie with me in my buffalo robes?

I swear it before God--I'll eat and I'll stay beside you, forever into the horizon." "You will not fight the great fight?" "No, I won't fight." He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her against him. "Ah, Blue Eyes, it is a good bargain this Comanche has made.

You make a smile inside me, that is why I want you. The way a man wants his wife." He ran a hand up her back, kneading her tense muscles. "You will trust this Comanche? As you did when you rode in a great circle back to me? This one last time, you will trust? No hurting

Blue Eyes, you will say yes to me?" "Tonight? Now?" "Yes, tonight. Before this time between us passes.

Then this Comanche will wait. Until the Great Ones lead you in a great circle back to him.

You are my woman!" He swept his hand toward the door. "I have spoken it before my people. You must walk always in my footsteps.

You will lie beside me. This night and for always. You cannot run. If you do, death will ride beside you, wherever you go.

One disastrous marriage in this family is aplenty.

She saw Hunter reaching toward her out of the corner of her eye. She looked at him as he lowered his medallion necklace over her head. The flat stone was still warm from where it had rested against his chest. She pressed her palm over it. "You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?