Quotes About Trust

No way, Eve replied. If you're going, go big. Remind me to play poker with you later, Michael said. I love a girl who'll go all in. She hip-bumped him. That's what you want to do with me later? Dude. Respect the dress, at least. Michael trailed his pale fingers down her back, following the line of her spine, all the way to the red rose. Eve shivered, and her eyes went half-closed. Whatever Michael whispered in her ear, Claire thought it was probably way too personal to hear.

his loyalty was as unbreakable as she imagined that thick skull to be. She cherished him. She cherished all of them, in ways that continued to unfold in new and surprising directions.

Shane and Claire quickly moved to stand back to back. So did Eve and Michael. Among the four of them, they were covering every angle. "Lurking isn't answering," Shane said. "Oliver? Little help?" Instead, one of the shapes stepped forward into the light. Morley. Claire felt relieved, and annoyed. Of course it was Morley. Why had she ever doubted it? He was the champion lurker of all time.

Faith. Faith in what? He'd believed in the Library, the ideal of it, anyway. He believed that it was doing good, and more, that it wanted to do good. But now he'd seen the dirty underside, and he couldn't hold on to his faith much longer.

He stood there for a long moment, the note in his hand, and just looked at her. At the undeniable heartbreak in her, and the dignity and the vulnerability. Then he pressed the note into Neksa's hand and said, Lesson learned. You shouldn't trust either of us. He was gone before she spoke again.

For the first time in my life I have to depend

You let me believe all this time that I bound myself to you in exchange for getting published and being successful." Kathleen's mouth worked around the bitterness of the words. "You assumed that. And you know what they say, when you assume you make an ass out of…

And a hateful little voice whispered deep inside that she'd set him to trick Wolfe, and she was doing the same thing now. Making him believe something that couldn't be true. Making him believe she cared. Doesn't matter, he told that part of him. If she doesn't end up with a collar on her neck, locked in a tower, it doesn't matter how much she lies to me. It's all that matters. She should be free, whatever the costs.

You don't fight the sea. You leave until the flood's over.

Claire…bitch!'" Her voice sounded raw and hoarse. "You…think this…makes us…friends?'" "God, no,'" Claire said. "But I think you kinda owe me.

Rough company," Dario said. "Unsuitable for an innocent flower like you." "You sound like my uncle. One can be innocent and not be ignorant, after all.

What time is it? Three a.m. Michael's making a snack. You want anything? Um...no. Thanks. She slid off the couch and then stood there like an idiot, unwilling to leave because he was still smiling and...she liked it. Who won? Which game? Oh. I guess I was asleep for a while. Don't worry. We didn't let the zombies get you. This time, his smile was positively wicked. Claire felt it like a hot blanket all over her skin.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

Michael, your my big brother.

There once was a kindly farmer who found a viper freezing on the ground in the snow. Please help me, the poor creature said, for I am too cold to live. The farmer took the viper and put it inside of his shirt, and the viper began to warm itself and come alive again. But upon coming alive, it bit the farmer most wretchedly, and as the farmer died, he asked the viper, but why? Why when I was so trusting of you? Because I am a viper, the snake replied. And one cannot expect kindness from evil.

She went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. I thought you had to go, he said. And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend. He deserved it. Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too. Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. Oh sure, you always promise.

We always see the worst in our selves. Our most volnerable selves. We need someone to get close enough to tell us that we're wrong. Someone we trust.

Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.

They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.

Because I withered under the glare of an actual invitation, I was a firm believer in preventive prevarication--in other words, lying early in order to free myself later on.

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it. - Dash

Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?

I shouldn't, but I do. I trust.

The Strand proudly proclaims itself as home to eighteen miles of books. I have no idea how this is calculated. Does one stack all the books on top of each other to get the eighteen miles? Or do you put them end to end, to create a bridge between Manhattan and, say, Short Hills, New Jersey, eighteen miles away? Were there eighteen miles of shelves? No one knew. We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust? Whatever