Quotes About Trust

How wonderful would it be if trust, or even love, might be possible between any of us — or even all of us. I mean, if we let ourselves believe such a thing is possible.

Sometimes this poem tells itself nothing matters, All's a joke. Relax, it says, everything's Taken care of. (A poem can lie.)

Many people find it easy to imagine unseen webs of malevolent conspiracy in the world, and they are not always wrong. But there is also an innocence that conspires to hold humanity together, and it is made of people who can never fully know the good that they have done.

When writers stop believing in their own stories, readers tend to sense it.

BARBARA: You do understand that it hurts, to go from sharing a bed with you for twenty-three years to sleeping by myself. BILL: I'm here, now. BARBARA: Men always say shit like that, as if the past and the future don't exist. BILL: Can we not make this a gender discussion? BARBARA: Do men really believe that here and now is enough? It's just horseshit, to avoid talking about the things they're afraid to say.

BARBARA: Johnna . . . what did my father say to you? (Pause.) JOHNNA: He talked a lot about his daughters . . . his three daughters, and his granddaughter. That was his joy. BARBARA: Thank you. That makes me feel better. Knowing that you can lie.

BARBARA: You're never coming back to me, are you, Bill? BILL: Never say never, but . . . BARBARA: But no. BILL: But no.

I deal with my sons like young men. If they have a problem with something, they come to me. I am the type of dad that will drop everything I am doing for them, and always tell them to talk to me about it.

Not true," Slim Willie had said, laughing. "Your mama was pure when I met her, and I ain't never touched a ho.

When faced with remarkability, she wasn't sure she trusted it.

Trust is a peculiar resource; it is built rather than depleted by use.

let you down let you go let you die

It's the same old story you've heard a thousand times. Somebody's trust gets broken. Somebody's left behind.

The truth, of course, is that a billion falsehoods told a billion times by a billion people are still false.

Faith, then, is an assertion of trust, even when our circumstances point in a direction that seems to call into question God's goodness.

Something about this made Reynie uneasy. Had he done so badly? Was this meant to test his courage? He did as he was told, closing his eyes and bracing himself as best he could. "Why are you flinching?" the pencil woman asked. "I don't know. I thought maybe you were going to slap me." "Don't be ridiculous. I could slap you perfectly well with your eyes open. I'm only going to blindfold you.

Listen, just do what you think is right, and we'll support it." ~ Sticky Washington, The Prisoner's Dilemma

In other words, you are our last possible hope. You are our only hope.

There was a unique pleasure in knowing a friend so well, Reynie reflected, rather like sharing a secret code.

For it is a curious fact about secret meetings that a bond almost always forms among the participants, a bond that can feel both mysterious and powerful.

With perfect clarity he remembered Reynie saying, "I need you here as a friend." The effect of those words, and of all his friendships, had grown stronger and stronger, until—though he couldn't say why he didn't feel mixed up now—at the most desperate moment yet, he knew it to be true. There was bravery in him. It only had to be drawn out.

Nobody crossed the Directions, not even the police. Because the Directions worked for The Smoke. Reuben headed south, moving from alley to alley, keeping close to the buildings and ducking beneath windows.

a lie stands on one foot but the truth stands on 2.

When the time comes to face McCracken, I don't want you anywhere near." "I agree with Milligan!" Sticky whispered. Milligan winked at him and quickly ushered the children back to the double doors.