Quotes About Trust

The people are living separately together," he said. "So there is responsibility. I cry, you cry. You cry, I cry. We all come running, and the one that stays quiet, the one that stays home, must explain. Is he in league with the criminals? Is he a coward? And what would he expect when he cries? This is simple. This is normal. This is community.

Fear can keep you up all night, but faith makes one fine pillow.

maybe I have got to the point when I see something in everything, because I want to see something. The next thing, he thought, is voices. I'll start hearing voices. What can I count on? What can I believe?

If the last to know he's an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.

Fat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane – not just insane but totally so – or else in an artful, professional fashion he had gotten Fat to talk; he had drawn Fat out and now knew that Fat was totally insane.

if men are too blind to govern themselves, how can they be trusted to govern others?

You never see the ones who really love you and help you; you're always involved with strangers.

A Gresham's Law: the fakes would undermine the value of the real.

Please don't continually say I'm paranoid. Why? It makes me paranoid.

We trust—I'll tell you what we trust that fouls us up, Roy; it's our goddamn superior intelligence!

It is over, isn't it?" Trustingly, he seemed to be waiting for her to tell him, as if she would know. As if hearing himself say it meant nothing; he had a dubious attitude toward his own words; they didn't become real, not until she agreed. "It's over," she said.

A paranoiac, my friend, is a person who has gone crazy in the most intelligent, well-informed way, the world being what it is. The paranoiac believes that great secret conspiracies are afoot to destroy him.

When has the government ever told anyone the truth?

Gli americani leali potevano tornare a respirare tranquillamente: la loro libertà di fare ciò che gli veniva detto di fare era stata salvaguardata.

They're not idealists like Joe and me; they're cynics with utter faith. It's a sort of brain defect, like a lobotomy—that

Maybe I shouldn't have told you––about it being electrical." She put her hand out, touched his arm; she felt guilty, seeing the effect it had on him, the change. "No, Rick said. "I'm glad to know. Or rather––" He became silent. "I'd prefer to know.

So you send other people into the camps, he thought, to get your husband out. It sounds like a typical police deal. It's probably the truth

You know that, Ted. It's the most precious thing we have. Loyalty between us, between protector and serf, between a man and his mistress. Maybe, Benteley said slowly, a person should be loyal to an ideal.

The little man with beard and glasses leaped up. 'There's nobody here has anything to do with governments! We're all good people!

He started toward the door, then halted briefly. To the two of them he said, 'Is the owl genuine?' Rachael glanced swiftly at the elder Rosen. 'He's leaving anyhow,' Eldon Rosen said. 'It doesn't matter; the owl is artificial. There are no owls.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.

I couldn't do that. How can you live like that? You've got to have people you can depend on, somebody strong, somebody to take care of you. This is a big frigid world, completely bleak and hostile and empty of warmth. You know what happens to you if you let go and fall?

It had been a phobia of his for years that someday he would fall into the hands of madmen---in particular, madmen who seemed sane up until the last moment.

I don't trust him. You know, he's crazy. And when you're around him you're crazy too.