Quotes About Trust

Hiccup had made leaps such as these all his life. Leaps of faith, leaps of hope, leaps out into the unknown. Hiccup had always trusted in his luck, in his faith that the universe was ultimately kindly, a Good Egg, as Stoick would put it, rather than a Bad Egg, and would reach out and save him. But this was more of a leap of despair.

A promise is a promise if it is made in blood.

If it doesn't end well, then it isn't the end

I promise,' said Alvin, 'word of a Treacherous.

Toothless crossed his eyes and made a gulping noise with his throat as if he was swallowing ... AAAAAAARGH! screamed Hiccup. Toothless spat Ziggerastica onto the floor. Only j-j-joking, he said.

It's only paranoia, whispered the Wodensfang, If things aren't out to get you...

Ibland är det bara nära vänner som kan förstå vad vi försöker få sagt. Nån som vi ofta har varit tillsammans med och som lyssnar noga på vad det är som vi försöker säga, och som försöker förstå (s. 220).

DE NINCS ITTHON HAL. – Rendben – felelte Fogatlan. – Eszem macskát.

Hicke hade tagit liknande språng i hela sitt liv, språng undan faror, språng ut i det okända, språng utan skyddsnät. Hicke hade alltid litat på turen och på förvissningen om att världen i grund och botten var vänligt inställd till honom (s. 224, 226).

Sometimes it is only a true friend who knows what we mean when we try to speak. Somebody who has spent a lot of time with and listens carefully to what we are trying to say, and tries to understand.

Aika often says that she is the only one capable of loving me the same way I am is the one capable of loving her, and no one will be able to stand my twisted personality other than her and for me to betray her is unthinkable and impossible

To be a person who sees a political ad on television and takes the statements in it as fact, how can you exist in this world? How is it you're not robbed daily by charlatans who knock at your door?

Aren't we all just looking for someone to talk about everything with? Someone worth the effort of telling our stories and opinions to, whose stories and opinions we actually want to hear?

Liz felt the loneliness of confiding something true in a person who didn't care.

Something inside me clenched. So often, people let you down; so often, situations turn out disappointingly. But occasionally someone recognizes, acknowledges, your private and truest self.

I think adults forget just how much faith teenagers can have in them, just how willing to believe that adults, by virtue of being adults, know absolute truths, or that absolute truths are even knowable.

See, I always forget this about you, he says, and even now, long after we first lost our privacy, I can't help wondering who's overhearing him. Every decade, you like to pin me to the ground, pull open my mouth, and take a sh** right into it.

There are two kinds of marriages: the ones where you're privy to how messy they are, and the ones where you're not.

I'm not going to say the rule doesn't exist, but it's like Santa Claus. It's only real if you believe in it.

From then on, as long as I was at Ault, I would never be alone. Martha and I would get along, our friendship would last. I felt certainty and relief. Years later, I heard a minister at a wedding describe marriage as cutting sorrow in half and doubling joy, and what I thought of was not the guy I was seeing then, nor even of some perfect, imaginary husband I might meet later; I thought immediately of Martha.

I will not be the one it happens to - this is what we all believe, what we must believe to make our way in the world each day. Someone else. Not me. But every once in a while it is you, or someone close enough that it might as well be you. People to whom a terrible thing has never happened trust fate, the notion that what's meant to be will be; the rest of us know better.

There are two kinds of marriages," Barbara said. "The ones where you're privy to how messy they are, and the ones where you're not.

Long ago I had become my own confidant.

We both were smiling, and I loved him, I loved him completely, and I knew that he loved me back. I could feel it. That moment- inside it, I could anticipate the thing I most wanted and I could be beyond it, it had happened already, and I was ensconced in the rich reassurance of knowing it was certain and definite.