Quotes About Trust

ALL THOSE GOOD COPS YALL LOVE BRINGING UP WHEN YOU SAY NOT ALL COPS ARE BAD SEEM TO NEVER BE AROUND WHEN THEIR COMRADES ARE KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE

A man is only as faithful as his options

You know what a platonic friend is to a woman? It's like a dick in a glass case. In case of emergency break open glass.

Guys, never ask a woman how many men she slept with, cause you don't wanna know. Just be happy you're fucking her now.

A man is basically as faithful as his options. That's how faithful a man is, no more, no less.

Men are as faithful as their options.

Men lie the most, women tell the biggest lies.

But what if it's a trap?' she repeated. Joe gave her a hard stare.'Of course it's a fucking trap,' he said.

Because that's the thing about Scooby-Doo: the bad guys in every episode aren't monsters, they're liars... The very first rule of Scooby-Doo, the single premise that sits at the heart of their adventures, is that the world is full of grown-ups who lie to kids, and that it's up to those kids to figure out what those lies are and call them on it, even if there are other adults who believe those lies with every fiber of their being.

Build projects around motivated individuals. Give them the environment and support they need, and trust them to get the job done.

That was perfect, because Tracey knows Jon better than anybody, and what he might really want, and what he's capable of saying he wants. Plus, also, I think in the back of both my head and Stephen's was, if Jon is really pissed afterward, we can say, "Hey, Tracey said it was okay!" STEPHEN COLBERT: Find somebody to throw under the bus—that's the first rule of show business.

And If our God is for us, then who could ever stop us, and if our God is with us, then what can stand against?

You loan your friend money. You see them again, they don't say nothin' 'bout the money. 'Hi, how ya doin'? How's ya mama doing?' Man, how's my money doin'?

The Polar Express is about faith, and the power of imagination to sustain faith. It's also about the desire to reside in a world where magic can happen, the kind of world we all believed in as children, but one that disappears as we grow older.

I mean, like, I would NEVER do anything to those kids or that wife. Like, ever. Like, at all. Like, that is something I would never do.

There is a common medieval literary trope, and some actual cases, of enemies being invited to a meal to make peace, and then being killed while eating and drinking; it may have been a sensible strategy, for people's guards were down, but it was very dishonourable indeed.

At least on the Ketty Jay he was surrounded by people who asked no questions, people untrained in the aristocratic arts of vicious wit and backstabbing. He rather liked that about them, actually.

Treachery was axe, not a scalpel. It was Hard to make a clean cut.

You leave a rumor long enough, give it the right soil, and it'll grow into a fact . . .

Sex is not trust. Sleep is trust. And trust is difficult for me.

He'd had a dark, angry moment when he thought they might not have fallen for the ad he'd placed in the classified section.

Why don't you lie on the bed," he told her. "On your stomach." She did what she was told. He took out his knife and smiled.

But I still think having Nina standing by as ground control couldn't possibly be a bad idea. Not as an executioner—just as armed back-up, in case things get ugly.

Nina," Walter said as she handed him one of the warm boxes. "You are my angel.