Quotes About Trust

Faith, Harry. God has a way of seeing to it that things fall into place.

You almost got yourself killed, she said, but her voice had softened a few shades. I noticed that she hadn't moved her hand from the other side of Billy's chest and he was looking up at her with an expectant expression. She fell silent, and they stared at one another for a minute. I saw her swallow. Please help me. Young werewolves in love.

It has become a custom among the Legions to promise one's fellows that no matter what happens, they will never lie cold upon the earth.

I trust you," she said. Three words. Big ones. Especially coming from her.

You saved us," she said. "Of course I did," Rowl responded. "I am without flaw.

I know I've screwed up," I said. "I'm going to have to live with that. But I don't want to lose you.

That's how belief works. The worse the situation is, the more a man's belief can do to sustain him. You've given them something to believe in.

Because I know my daughter, she said. And I know very well that the only way to absolutely ensure that she pursues any given course of action is for me to forbid her to do so.

My God, there are times when the sexiest thing a woman can give a man is permission.

Her father had always said that a man could be fairly judged by the quality of his allies and that of his enemies.

The difference is, anything we just make out of our will, they can slip most of the punch," he said. "I ain't got time to give you a graduate seminar on intention versus the natural operation of the universe until you've completed my 'why it's a damned stupid thing to trust vampires' course.

Like 'love,' 'hope' is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer. (Harry Dresden - Turn Coat)

Kincaid?" the girl asked, her voice whimsical. "Can you be trusted?" "You're paid up through April," the man replied, his eyes still scanning the street. "After that I might get a better offer." "There," the girl said to me. "Kincaid can be trusted until April. He's an ethical man, in his way.

No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn't see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.

I hope you're one of the good guys, Mr. Dresden. We really need a good guy. I

I don't care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching—they are your family.

Because it needs to be said," she murmured. "Because that's what happened. You deserve to know that.

Littlemouse was in danger, doubtless a prisoner, and the humans could not be trusted to handle her rescue with appropriate violence. They might be willing to leave someone alive, and Rowl was not prepared to tolerate incompetence where his personal human was concerned. He had just gotten her properly trained.

The phone rang again almost the instant I put it down, making me jump. I peered at it. I don't trust electronics. Anything manufactured after the forties is suspect—

I like her," Sanya rumbled in his deep, half-swallowed accent. "She is so tiny and fierce. I don't suppose she knows how to—" "Sanya," Michael said, his voice very firm. "We have talked about this." The dark-skinned Russian sighed and shrugged. "It could not hurt to ask." "Sanya." He lifted both hands in a gesture of surrender, grinning, and fell silent. The

rocket launcher like it was a coat. Karrin let him, giving him an edged smile that she directed past him, to the shadows where the Genoskwa lurked. "I didn't kill the accountant," she said quietly. "Nicodemus said not to." That surprised me a little. If she wanted to hide herself from me, she didn't need to go to the effort of lying. All she had to do was stay silent. "He said that to all of us," I said.

No enterprise of greatness begins with treachery, with lying to the people who trust and love you.

My pledge of honor upon it.

The government isn't the mob, Harry. Aren't they? I asked. Pay them money every year to protect you, and God help you if you don't.