Quotes About Trust

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.

Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery, for where a heart is hard they make no battery.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, but music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend? CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you. CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love:

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

Ah, no jures por la luna, esa inconstante que cada mes cambia en su esfera, no sea que tu amor resulte tan variable.

The worm is not to be trusted...

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks. But that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none. And the fine is, for the which I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor.

Serve God, love me, and mend.:

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write "whore" upon?

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: At least I am sure, it may be so in Denmark: