Quotes About Trust

Forget about the ones who set you up to see you fall.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it.

He'll have to prove it to you. Every day, he'll have to prove he's worthy of you. And if he doesn't, that's it. But I think he will.

It is always the ones who believe that are hurt the worst when things go wrong.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

I am worried we've run out of words, and am hoping she is just saving them for later.

When it all come down to it, the thing that matters most in a relationship is principles [...] We have the same idea what's right and what's wrong, and that's got us through any number of things. If you can have that with someone, then you're most of the way toward love. Not just lover-love. Any kind of love.

I have lied so often that I've lost track of the truth.

Doubt is an acceptable risk for happiness.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else falling in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

R: I know that deep down, I mean the world to him. A: Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

That lasting things do, in fact, last.

I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.

That joy in discovering that the right person at the right time can open all the windows and unlock all the doors.

Sometimes I wish we could open ourselves up to each other as much as we do to the sky. To the smallness and the enomity.

don't touch me i said because i can't handle someone being good to me.

I want to be here with her. I want to be the one who lives up to her hopes.

I have spent years of my life sitting in my room, creating defenses of cynicism, darkness, and bleakness. Jed's friendship is the skeleton key to my fortress. He disarms me every time.

We're librarians, sir. And we will not let you check out this future librarian unless your prove to us that you'll take good care of him when he's in your home.

When I say, Be my lover, I don't mean, Let's have an affair. I don't mean Sleep with me. I don't mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back down to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.

luckily, tiny texts me every five minutes or so. i don't know how he does it without getting caught in class. maybe he hides the phone in the folds of his stomach or something.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her, or control her. She is yours because you say anything to her whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to. Most of the time this isn't necessary. But the secret smile comes from knowing it's available, even when she's half a world away.

She still dotted her i's with full circles and felt genuinely thankful for every sunny day. I believed more in dark clouds, in sharp dots, in needing proof in order to feel trust.

He's just a friend, we'd argue. But if he was just a friend, why was he hidden, why were we so upset to have him discovered?