Quotes About Trust

What is annoying in love, is that it is a crime in which one cannot do without an accomplice.

Once someone has bound your heart, he's the only person who can let it loose again.

This was his cure for low spirits. When you pour your first cup of coffee of the day, if you're feeling crummy, put a dab of ice cream into it. It's festive. Then you gotta trudge off like everybody else, like I said, but you got the ice cream with you. Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

There's nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I mean. Everything I want to say, I say to her.

Honest men make unconvincing liars,' I lied convincingly.

He studied at the Bauhaus, you know." "So that makes him trustworthy? Because he's an architect?" "A modernist architect." "You've got an odd sense of trust, my love. He's still a German, and you can never trust a German. Always remember that." "Yes, my dear, I'll keep that in mind.

Lucien had complete creative freedom. It wasn't just a canard that an architect needed a good client to produce great art.

Victoria glares at him. 'It doesn't mean anything if you don't mean it.' Zach smiles. 'My dear, I never mean it.

You better not come home with your clothes smelling like marijuana." The way she said it—mary-ju-wanna—made it sound like some exotic,

I don't trust the answers or the people who give me the answers. I believe in dirt and bone and flowers and fresh pasta and salsa cruda and red wine. I don't believe in white wine; I insist on color.

When the bets were in Dusty would nod his head and I'd knock the guy out. I don't know if you've ever knocked anybody out, but the best place to hit them is where the jaw meets the ear. If you catch them right they fall forward. They were always grabbing at my shirt on the way down and ripping it, so I had a deal with Nixon that I got a new white shirt every night as part of my pay.

Then one day this guy, Whispers DiTullio, came over to my table at the Bocce Club and bought me a glass of wine.

No doubt I was getting a reputation for being efficient, but also for being somebody you could trust.

As I learned the ropes I learned that for many good and sound reasons the bosses and the captains sent a guy to whack you who was your friend. The obvious factor was that the shooter could get close to you in a lonely spot.

Wednesday night was the night that you went out with your wives, that way nobody was seen out with his cumare, his mistress, whatever you want to call it. Everybody knew not to be out with their cumare on Wednesday night. It was like an unwritten rule.

I got a little carried away one day and sold my entire load of meat on my way to a delivery in Atlantic City. I put the seal on my lock after the whole load of meat was transferred to the guy. When I got to Atlantic City the seal was broken by the manager and there was no meat inside and I was mystified.

Russell said something in Sicilian about stormy weather conditions that roughly translates into "You never can tell how things are going to work out. The weather's in God's hands." I

think they would have done to him

You didn't know who to trust, but you kept taking cabbies aside and persuading them to sign a card. For some reason there were a lot of lesbians who were working as cabbies at that time in Detroit. They liked to be treated like men, and you had to respect that or you wouldn't get a signature. If

Bill handed me an envelope. I handed it back to him. I told him, "I'll do a friend a favor." Russell had taught me well. Don't cheapen yourself. "If you do a friend a favor," Russell had said, "then sometimes he does you a favor." Bill

Giancana was taken care of in his kitchen in the back of the head and then under the chin six times, Sicilian style, to signify he was careless with his mouth. It looked like it was done by some old friend that was close enough to him to be frying sausages in olive oil with him. Russell often said to me: "When in doubt have no doubt.

I don't care how tough you are or how tough you think you are, if they want you you're theirs. It's usually your best friend that walks up to you talking about a football bet and you're gone. Like Giancana got it frying eggs and sausages in olive oil with an old friend he trusted. This

Having him for a father was a nightmare. We couldn't go to him with a problem because of our fear of the horrible things he would do to fix it for us. He thought he was protecting us with the way he handled things, but it was just the opposite. We didn't get protected by him because we were too afraid to go to him for protection. A neighborhood man exposed himself to me and I couldn't tell my father.