Quotes About Trust

Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.

God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a' be cured.

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to dispair.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article. --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other way he's a Mars.

I commend my soul into the hands of God, my Creator, hoping and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ, my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting.

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and none

every thing in your hand if you bi lave on God

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies

it is not enough to speak, but to speak true

Los amigos que tienes y cuya amistad ya has puesto a prueba, engánchalos a tu alma con ganchos de acero.

Whoever is born on a day I forget to send a message to Antony will die a beggar. Bring ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Charmian, did I ever love Caesar as much as this? Oh, that splendid Caesar! May you choke on any other sentiments like that! Say, "That splendid Antony." The courageous Caesar! By Isis, I'll give you bloody teeth if you ever compare Caesar with Antony, my best man among men.

if I were the Moor I wouldn't want to be Iago.

Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh, Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking.

O! never say that I was false of heart

And be these juggling fiends no more believed, (20) That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.

I hope they will not come upon us now. King Henry: We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.

The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so; And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.

Only look up clear: To alter favour, ever is to fear.

Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.