Quotes About Trust

She raised her head again. "Aren't you supposed to come over all manly man and forbid the little lady from taking such risks with her fragile self?" "I like my balls right where they are," he said, and she laughed and put her head back down on his chest. Kate Shugak to Jim Chopin Though Not Dead

If cyberspace can screw with you, it will.

When you betrayed someone, you didn't just betray them, you betrayed your families, your community, an entire way of life.

You can fool all of the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time. But you can't fool a horse.

For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds. —Psalm 57:10

Mom says good health is like buying an appliance at a garage sale. You do the best you can to make sure it's in good shape and then leave the rest to God.

Sometimes I just don't get people. Horses make much more sense. Once two horses partner up, they stay friends forever, no matter what other horses come into the herd. I guess that's why they call it horse sense—horses just seem to have a lot more common sense than people do.

I don't want to miss all of God's little surprises because I'm tied in knots over something I can't change.

God would be there with it, in every moment, sure as the North Star.

Hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts.

My nickname for my mom was 'The Compass.'

Should we trust the scientists and the so called experts that created the endless parade of pharmaceutical concoctions that we see advertised on TV? ads that are soon discontinued as they're followed up by an avalanche of commercials from legal firms inviting people who are permanently damaged or worse from last week's big pharma witch's Brew to sue for damages...

He reached up, caught her hand, pressed it to his lips, and on a resigned breath, murmured, "Emma, dear, sweet, Emma . . . what would I do without you?" "You'd get on just fine," she joked, "for you are Nelson. Now be still—we 'ave much to do before Sir Graham and 'is bride-to-be arrive!

What's buggin' ye, Amy?" "Can I swear you to secrecy?" "I swear on my mother's grave, my father's ass, and every freckle on my brother's butt that I won't say a word.

Damn you Gray for getting him so bloody soused he can't even think straight!

His hand on her back, Gareth steadied the baby so that she would not fall. He looked up at Juliet. "You have done much for me," he said at last. "Will you honor me by confessing your name?" "Juliet." He smiled. "As in Romeo and Juliet?" "I suppose.

He raised his head, his gaze soft and tender. "Relax, my sweet. I'll never hurt you. Trust me on that." Relax. It was a command, and dazedly, it came to her that he was a man who was well used to issuing them. A dangerous man . . . a man of power, a man of authority.

Just promise me one thing." Gareth raised a brow in question. "That if you get in over your head, you'll contact me." His black eyes stared levelly into Gareth's, and Gareth realized that, for the first time, his brother was treating him as an equal. "Sometimes it takes more courage for a man to put aside his pride and admit he needs help than to try to manage on his own." "I shall remember that." "You do that," Lucien said.

Pirate?" "Aye, Majesty?" His fingers drifted through her hair, and she kissed his damp chest. "I . . . I don't believe I'll kill you, after all." She felt him smile against her forehead. "Maybe you really are my Gallant Knight," she murmured, and on that thought, drifted off to sleep.

Lady Simms?" he whispered. "Yes?" He swallowed hard, gathering the courage to say what he must. "You . . . you won't leave me, will you?

There was only one person whose company Charles welcomed, and that, much to her sisters' confusion and wrath, was Amy, with whom he stayed up long after the others went to bed, quietly talking. A

Their eyes met. And in that brief, wonderful moment of revelation, Maeve knew the truth. Gray had given her back the ability to trust. The little admiral had given her back her family. After seven long years, the Merricks were united at last.

You were right, you know." "About what?" "About me. About the things I've kept locked within myself, about my dread of getting close to anyone, about everything. I thought you were talking a load of rubbish, but somewhere, somehow, I ended up looking deep inside myself and found that you spoke the truth. You saw something I didn't. Something I didn't want to see. And you've made me realize that allowing one's self to love and be loved isn't so frightening, after all.

And sometime during that long hour that he held her, Lord Gareth de Montforte ceased being the man she'd married and became her best friend.