Quotes About Trust

You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty food. Meat, yes? And my strong arm will protect you, forever into the horizon. There is nothing to fear." He pressed his hand more firmly against her midriff. "My tongue does not make lies. It is the truth I speak, not penende taquoip , the honey talk, but a promise. I have spoken the words, and they are carried away on the wind to whisper to me always.

You will come to me. You will want my hand upon you. It will be so. The Great Ones have spoken it.

What will lead her back to me, pia ?" Woman with Many Robes smiled. "Fate, Hunter. It guides our footsteps. It will guide hers.

It will be well. My people will accept. You are one with them now, the wife of a warrior. In time, you will want to be beside me. Your fear will leave. You will see. Until then, this Comanche will wait, eh?

I know, but this one is important." He cupped his hand to her chin and looked deep into her eyes. "When you lie down tonight and close your eyes to fall asleep, take me with you. If the nightmares come, dream that I'm there." He pressed his check to hers. She felt wetness touch her skin. "Don't face them alone anymore.

When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle.

A-are you going on a raid tomorrow after you take me home?" He glanced up from his work. "With this? His dark eyes filled with laughter as he peered along the crooked shaft of the lance. "Blue Eyes, a crooked tse-ak such as this would kill my friend beside me.

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold.

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold." Loretta suspected he was lying, but she moved over, secretly glad to have him there, her mind shying away from the enormity of what that meant.

I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.

You will be my friend again?" he asked huskily. "We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend." "I'd like to be friends again--truly I would." "Then it will be so.

Don't even think it, Loretta Jane." "That's Hunter out there, Uncle Henry." "You don't know that. You wanna part with you hair, girl?

Why are we camped so far from the others?" she asked, striving to keep her voice calm. A fire had leapt to life some distance away, and she could hear the faint sound of the others talking. "Your Aye-mee must not see," he replied in a clipped monotone. "See what?" she asked shakily. "The games we will play," he said softly.

Tonight he would build a fire so she couldn't hide in shadows, and he would learn every inch of her, slowly.

His arm tightened around her shoulders. With one large hand he clasped both of hers, squeezing her fingers, rubbing as if to chase away a chill. His strength flowed into her, comforted her, warmed her. She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.

She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.

Lie on your back and close your eyes. Let me chase your fear away.

the more you rely on what you need, the more you become that which you rely on.

Don't go to sleep, Ginger-Sun." "Baz-" "I know," he muttered, "'Behave, Baz. She's been through a lot. And don't make a baby for at least three months.'" "They told you not to touch me for three months?" "Let's just say it was strongly suggested.

Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?

Then he said, "Nice bed head," and I knew it was the real Spencer.

I can be a tolerable friend but a very bad enemy.

She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.