Quotes About Trust

The most infuriating part was that she didn't have to mean it. She was mortal. She could lie. So why wouldn't she?

Jude, he'd said, running a hand up my calf, are you afraid of me?

Cardan begins to strip off his shirt, showing an expanse of moon-pale skin and a back with a delicate tracery of faded scars.

I should never have asked you to come back here.' 'Just don't leave me behind,' I say, feeling immensely vulnerable. 'That's what I want, for the game I won all those years ago.' 'I promise you,' he says. 'If it is within my power, we leave together.' I nod. 'We will find the reliquary and ruin her,' I tell him. 'And then I will never come back.

The feeling of being fooled, the shame of it, haunts me. It tangles up my thoughts.

É você que eu amo - admite ele - Passei a maior parte da vida protegendo meu coração. Protegi tão bem que me comportava como se não tivesse um. Mesmo agora, é uma coisa mequetrefe, comida de traças e escabrosa. Mas é seu. Você já deve ter percebido. Mas falei, caso não tenha. (pagina 204)

I suppose that's one good thing about being obedient and faithful and good. People think you will never surprise them.

I poisoned you. Don't worry. It was a small dose. You'll live." "The cups of wine," he says. "But how did you know which one I would choose?" "I didn't," I tell him, thinking that he'll be at least a little pleased by the answer, despite himself. It is the kind of strategy he likes best. "I poisoned them both.

One doesn't have to lie to deceive.

I lost your cloak,' I croak up at him, my voice coming out all breath. He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.' I close my eyes again against the harshness of his words.

The High King makes a nonchalant gesture. 'Jude likes to suppose the worst of both her enemies and her allies. Her reward is occasionally being wrong about us.' 'Hard to remember an occasion of that,' I say to him under my breath. He lifts a single brow.

It's you I love — I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

his kindness was jarring and made me wonder what he wanted in return for it. I was used to tricks, to games.

And yet, what she longed for was for him to slide into bed and put his hand on her shoulder, to tell her he knew she was awake. To say that he loved her desperately and wanted to confess all the things he'd kept from her, and all the reasons for them. It was a childish desire, a wish for the world to not be as it was, for people to act in ways they just didn't. It was the wish of a sucker, ready to be fleeced for everything she had.

Jude and I had a misunderstanding,' Cardan says carefully. 'But we're not enemies. And I am not your enemy, either, Taryn.' 'You think everything's a game,' she says. 'You and Locke.' 'Unlike Locke, I never thought love was a game,' he says. 'You may accuse me of much, but not that.

You went through my things?" The sudden flatness of his voice was unnerving. But Charlie rushed on, her hurt finally alchemizing into anger. "That's right. I found the license. And then I found the newspaper story about how you murdered a girl, and then yourself," she said. "You want me to feel bad about invading your privacy?" "Yes," he said, rubbing his hand over his face. "A little. I don't know.

I ran anyway. And clutched his fingers as though he could drag me into a world where other kinds of games were possible. Hope lit my heart.

I hate being vulnerable. I hate that i throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way i cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that i like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

She has known the tide and undertow of my feelings, my hurts, both small and large, for most of my life.

Everything ought to be as it was before, except it isn't. Whenever my hand brushes Oak's as he passes me a piece of bread or a skin of water, I can't help but notice. When we sleep in shifts, one of us left to navigate by the stars, I am drawn to watching his face, as though through his dreams, I will learn his secrets.

She thought of his eyes, red like spilled garnets, red as poppies, red as the bright embers of a fire. She thought of what they taught in school: cold hands, dead heart. Plenty of vampires had forgotten how to feel anything but hunger. He'd helped her, sure, but that didn't mean she could trust him not to turn on her now that they were out of danger. Vampires were unpredictable.

Because I don't like being the fool who'd been tricked. I like games, but I hate to lose.

It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours." He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. "You probably guessed as much," he says. "But just in case you didn't.

I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.