Quotes About Trust

When gods are contrary they stand by no one.

There's a snake hidden in the grass. Virgil. Ecologues,no. 3.1.1o8

I will carry you on my back. This labor of love will never wear me down. Whatever falls to us now, we both will share one peril, one path to safety.

Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes

Naviget:  haec summa est; hic nostri nuntius esto.

Talibus insidiis periurique arte Sinonis credita res, captique dolis lacrimisque coactis, quos neque Tydides, nec Larisaeus Achilles, non anni domuere decem, non mille carinae.

Nate dea, si nemo audet se credere pugnae, quae finis standi?  Quo me decet usque teneri? Ducere dona iube.'  Cuncti simul ore fremebant Dardanidae, reddique viro promissa iubebant.

The friend of my heart

Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes (Fear Greeks if they bring gifts)

Quicquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentis.

En haec promissa fides est?

Ah, Palinurus, you were too trustful of the calm sky and sea. So you will lie, a shroudless form, on an unknown strand.

The friend of her heart

Sacchetti ends his story with a popular saying: "What woman wants the Lord wants, and what the Lord wants comes to pass."24

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. --Bernard, The Waves

Kind old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always go to a good man, they say[.]

O friendship, how piercing are your darts - there, there, again there.

People should not leave looking-glasses hanging in their rooms any more then they should leave open cheque books or letters confessing some hideous crime.

If anyone could have saved me it would have been you.

I put my bare hand on her bare hand and felt, "This is genuine. There can be no mistake about this.

And then she looked up and saw Flush. Something unusual in his look must have struck her. She paused. She laid down her pen. Once he had roused her with a kiss, and she thought that he was Pan. He had eaten chicken and rice pudding soaked in cream. He had given up the sunshine for her sake. She called him to her and said she forgave him.

But the Daily Mail isn't to be trusted, Jacob said to himself, looking about for something else to read.