Quotes About Trust

Henri kept everything important in his heart. He mostly kept cookies in his head.

I asked him to leave because he stopped caring for me, stopped supporting me. Not because I'd stopped caring for him.

But he realized Henri already knew all he'd ever need. He knew he was loved and he knew how to love.

You need to remember that, Jean-Guy. The blindness you mention isn't believing in the essential goodness of people, it's failing to see it.

Do you know, Armand, I can't remember the last time I felt safe." "I know what you mean," said Gamache. "It feels as though this has been going on forever." "No, I don't mean just this mess. I mean all my life.

She suspected if they looked in Gamache's bedside table, they'd find all sorts of lost souls he put there for safekeeping. And maybe a baguette.

Our lives are like a house. Some people are allowed on the lawn, some onto the porch, some get into the vestibule or kitchen. The better friends are invited deeper into our home, into our living room.

A therapist has to have clear boundaries, even with former clients. People already get into our heads—if they also get into our lives, there's a problem.

If ever two men were made for cahoots, it was these two. They were cahootites.

Having a friend, Chief Inspector. All you need is one. Makes all the difference.

relationship never starts with a fist to the face, or an insult. If it did there'd be no second date. It always starts gently. Kindly. The other person draws you in. To trust them. To need them. And then they slowly turn. Little by little, increasing the heat. Until you're trapped.

Ruth lost her footing. Haniya grabbed her before she fell. She held Ruth's hand for the rest of the way, and wondered if maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.

They kill. To feel safe. It almost never worked.

Armand Gamache was never more glad he'd married this woman, who made his battles theirs.

Who hurt you once / so far beyond repair / that you would greet each overture / with curling lip? It

I saw it with my clients who'd been abused either physically or emotionally. The relationship never starts with a fist to the face, or an insult. If it did there'd be no second date. It always starts gently. Kindly. The other person draws you in. To trust them. To need them. And then they slowly turn. Little by little, increasing the heat. Until you're trapped.

We have a solemn pact.' Kaye nodded to Mother and looked over at Em talking to some neighbors. 'If one of us is unconscious in the hospital, the others will make sure it's pulled.' 'The plug?' Ruth asked. 'The chin hair,' said Kaye, eyeing Ruth with some alarm. 'You're off the visitors list. Mother, make a note.

But wouldn't people, his clients, realize? When there was no actual money in the account?" "How?" "When they asked for it." "But people don't," she said. "They give it to their investment dealer, and at best they cash in the dividends or take the profits. But the capital remains in the account. Weren't you ever told by your parents never to touch the capital?" "No. I was told not to touch my brother's bike.

Our secrets make us sick because they separate us from other people. Keep us alone. Turn us into fearful, angry, bitter people. Turn us against others, and finally against ourselves. A murder almost always began with a secret. Murder was a secret spread over time. Gamache

I'll put my faith in individuals, not the collective.

You can tell a lot about a man by his friends, or lack of them.

But they, better than most, knew that no place was really safe from physical harm. Anything could happen to anyone, at any moment. What made a place safe were the people. The caring. The kindness. The helping. Sometimes the mourning. And often the forgiveness.

It's like drinking acid," said Myrna, "and expecting the other person to die." Gamache nodded.

When Peter walked into a room he always swept it until he found Clara. And then he relaxed.