Quotes About Trust

Nothing kills suspicion like suspicion.

Sometimes he would stare at a hand-sized place on her body, the notch above her hip, the curve of her calf, the groove at the back of her neck, and he worried about the loyalty of his hands, daydreamed about their betrayal.

as if ye have faith and it shall be given to you.

He wanted to believe that I was a good person and I wanted to believe that he was just another asshole.

Good. I think I'm falling for you too. Let's not pull this chute.

What are we doing? What are you doing?" "Loving you," he says simply. "If you'll let me." "Always. God, always.

And you have me. Sometimes you need someone else to believe in you, to carry you, until you can do that yourself. Let me carry you. You're almost there. Damn it, Celeste, you're almost there. God, please, you have me, and I want you." He stopped walking back and forth and put both of his hands over his heart. "I want you so much.

I did it, Finn. I did it. I was ready to jump, and now she's jumping with me.

I want you, Matt. I want everything. You kept me safe today, you'll keep me safe now.' 'Always. I promise, always.

You don't want to miss out on people. If you assume everyone is out to get you, then you're going to shut them down before they have a chance to prove you wrong.

At least one thing is certain: Chris and I are inextricably connected. Do I have factual reasons to know this? Proof? Assurances? No None. Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.

I put my arms around your waist and pull you in, holding you, letting you know I'm with you. I tell you that you can do this, that you're strong enough and brave enough. I tell you that you can do anything. So you nod and agree to jump.

I jumped out of a goddamn airplane with Matt. Because of Matt. For Matt.

Don't overanalyze what you see. I have a felling that you're over-thinking things. Give it some time, and the pieces of this puzzle might come together.

I like you," he says. "…I think there's something between us, and I'm very afraid that I'm going to do the wrong thing again and send you running. And I don't want that. If you're going to go running anywhere, I'd prefer that you come running to me.

You might be trying to trick me into sleeping with you." "Is it working? Because I am desperate to sleep with you.

I'm considering whether or not to believe you. I need to run an algorithm on this. That's not funny. You might be trying to trick me into sleeping with you.

Julie sat back and laughed. I don't know about that. She looked into Matt's eyes. Even so, I love you. Matt smiled at her and winked. I know.

One thing has become crystal clear to me overnight: I have never felt as close to anyone as I do to Chris. It is not from the amount of time we've spent together, but from the strength of the unquestionable bond we share.

Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.

It occurs to me that this boy has not faltered once in the time that I've known him. Not on any level. I reach my hand up, touch his chest, feel the muscles in his shoulder, and then run my palm down his arm, over the bracelets he always has on

Hold on to your one. Remember? I have you, and you have me. And when you're lucky enough to find one—just one—person in this unforgiving life who makes everything worth it, who you love and trust and would kill for, then you hold on damn tight, because that's probably all you get. We got this," Steffi says with conviction.

You've heard all of my stories. All of my pain. Let me hold some of yours.

And what the hell had Matt been thinking? Perhaps Matt was just a big old slut who ran around Boston kissing every girl he met, and he'd been waiting for the right time to add Julie to the list.