Quotes About Trust

Always, he whispered. The gods do not always answer, but they are always listening.

The keeping of secrets from adults is oft the only power a child may hope to possess.

You're as bad as your master, he muttered, scarce audible amid the sea-sounds. Worse. At least he didn't ply his words from a courtesan's lips.

Nothing like truth to leaven a good lie.

He nodded at Josceline and me. Keep these two with you, will you? They seem to be damnably hard to kill.

There are ties that bind more complex than blood.

The fact that he might have other things to do with his time than spend it shepherding his master's head-strong, thousand-ducat-a-night anguisette through one of the most unsavory quarters of the City never crossed my mind.

the gods answer our prayers sideways at best.

I turned in his arms, and whispered, "Joscelin Verreuil, I would die without you." "Probably." He smiled again. "Of melodrama, if naught else.

It's not wise to trust a poet with one's secrets, but it's not wise to cross them, either

I thought about Imriel de la Courcel. What would it be like, at ten years old, to learn that everything you had believed about your life was a lie? To learn that you were a traitor's get, that your very existence was part and parcel of an unthinkable scheme, and people you'd never met would gladly see you dead?

I had Joscelin, my Perfect Companion, the compass by which I fixed my heart. No one could ask more.

Your goddamn bloodsucking boyfriend's been promising to change you for eight years! Jen said grimly. Wake up and smell the plasma, Beth!

You like him? I nodded. I like him. Hell, Mogwai likes him. You could pick a worse judge of character than your cat, she said in a pragmatic voice.

We knew each other's histories and secrets, hopes and fears and dreams. When you need to get good and drunk, that's the kind of person you want keeping pace with you. "Okay

That's the really scary thing about my dad. He can make you feel so special - but he can also smash your face in.

Why do you always have to argue with me? I'm your mother and I know best. Now come along.' So

See my finger wet, see my finger dry, cut my throat if I tell a lie.

My own father had sold me to a stranger.

Their love was thus seeded in the rich soil of mutual understanding.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. —KAHLIL GIBRAN

Was it that she did not trust happily ever after, that she was deliberately indifferent to the possibility? Or was happily ever after another one of time's secrets, waiting to be revealed on the journey?

And as she grieved, she realized that she had never trusted the world to keep herself or those she loved safe. From the moment of her mother's death, she had known that terror could be around the next corner at any moment. Had there ever been a time when she felt the clutch of fear in her gut loosen its grip, so that she could have faith in the future?

Children should always be believed until proven otherwise.