Quotes About Trust

She really did like me, the idiot.

Dogs were always a problem. They don't like me and they quite often disapprove of what I do to their masters, especially since I don't share the good pieces.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

Still, it's always nice to be around somebody who thinks I am wonderful. It confirms my low opinion of people.

Really, now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

Deke looked at me anxiously, reminding me very much of a large and handsome dog who needs a stick to fetch.

She looked at me, and then I knew what was wrong, because I saw something very dark and leather-winged at the back of her eyes, just for a moment, before the cover of icy amusement slid back into place on her face. "I shall make him forgive me," she said, and her lips turned up higher in a wonderful fake smile. "Besides, he won't find out, will he?" And she turned to Deborah. "This will be our little secret, all right?" she said.

Not with me there," I said, and although I admit it sounded rather boastful, not at all my usual style of modest self-effacement, I really did believe it. "Really, Jackie, this guy is not capable of any real surprises.

He had committed hanky-panky with paperwork, and if something in the System is committed to paper, it becomes transubstantiated into a Sacred Relic. To

Deborah snapped me out of my pathetic fugue by slapping her hands on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it," she said. "I just don't fucking trust her." I

Kraunauer was waiting for me, standing next to the same young and serious agent who had brought us up. "I'm beginning to believe," Kraunauer said, "that Detective Anderson may not like you.

Deborah led me away from it and over to the far end of the room. "Dexter," she said, "promise me you didn't kill this guy.

Deborah was the only person on earth who knew what I really was, and even though she was still getting used to the idea, I had thought she understood the very careful boundaries set up by Harry, and understood, too, that I would never cross them.

Of what? Wasn't he my very own brother? Shouldn't that cover over everything else in a blanket of sanctimony? Surely I could trust him—but with everything? With my secret identity, my Fortress of Solitude—and even Lily Anne, my Kryptonite?

Of course I am," I said. "Give her time to get well. Everything will be fine." No lightning struck me when I said it, so I suppose it was possible that I was right.

Normally I suppose I would have felt like kicking Chutsky for offering up Dexter's tender skin on the altar of unnecessary danger. But as it happened, I agreed—just this once. It was clear to me that someone with a little bit of common sense should tag along, and looking around our gathering, counting everyone, that left me. "That's right," I said. "Besides, we can always call in for backup if it gets sticky." Apparently

Una delle poche, eterne verità sugli esseri umani è che quando qualcuno afferma di non essere addormentato, di non essere ricco e di non essere ubriaco, quasi certamente sta mentendo.

All is well," I said as soothingly as possible. "The Maginot Line is secured, the truce is agreed, and I have her promise not to invade Poland.

Well, then, Brian said. I guess it will be all right - if there's still time for some pie? [Brian Moser]

Jackie looked out at me with a smile that was small, but somehow made me feel like everything was going to be all right. "Hey, sailor," she said. "Would you like a lift?" And the smile got just a little bit wider as she said, "I think it's mojito time." I thought so, too. I got in the car.

And, apparently, extremely effective. "All right," she said, and she actually squeezed my hand. "I won't say anything." I

Would she really abandon me, her own dear brother? Leave me to a fate worse than death, although certainly including it? I didn't think she would, not willingly. I took a sip of water and tried to think it through. She

He didn't even try. He just stared at me for another long moment. There was nothing to hide under, so I just looked back, and finally he turned back to Deborah. "I won't rat out my own son, Sergeant," he said, in a voice that was almost a hiss. "No matter what you think he's done.