Quotes About Trust

Louise Penny

Myrna. "Not that I'm a prude, but the children…" "Oh for God's sake," said Myrna. "I didn't say that at all. Clara's making it up." "Of course, if we held it at night, after the kids were asleep," said Gabri. "Put torches

Looking around he realised how much he liked this place and these people. Too bad one of them was a murderer.

When he looked at her he didn't see the wild, untamable hair, the billowing frocks, the Dollar-rama store horn-rimmed spectacles. No. He saw his safe harbor.

Now you will feel no rain / For each of you will be shelter for the other,

They were cahootites.

After thirty-two years of marriage he still couldn't get enough of Reine-Marie. He knew if she ever accompanied him on a murder investigation she would do the appropriate thing. She always seemed to know the right thing to do. Never any drama, never confusion. He trusted her.

Beauvoir was so close to Frère Raymond

waited on my call, nor does any

This is what comes of trust and friendship, loyalty and love, thought Peter. You get screwed. Betrayed. You get wounded so deeply you ca barely breath and sometimes it kills you. Or worse. It kills the people you love most.

They knew who was on their side. When did it get so difficult to tell? Gamache wondered.

It's possible to have a leader you wouldn't choose as a friend. But you need to at least respect them.

Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens.

when put in a room with both parents, would almost always embrace the abuser.

The old Hadley house was abandoned now. Had been empty for months. But Peter knew it wasn't empty. For one thing he'd left part of himself in it. Not a hand or a nose or a foot, thank God. But things that had no substance but fantastic weight. He'd left his hope there, and trust. He'd left his faith there too. What little he had, he'd lost. There. Peter

There was, or could be, outright danger. Believing a person capable of redemption when they'd proven they were not.

But Peter knew it wasn't empty. For one thing he'd left part of himself in it. Not a hand or a nose or a foot, thank God. But things that had no substance but fantastic weight. He'd left his hope there, and trust. He'd left his faith there too. What little he had, he'd lost.

They stole the files of everyone who was involved in the raid. Who came to you for help. Who told you everything. All their fears, their vulnerabilities. What they want from life. What matters to them. A road map in their heads.

trannies following them as she and Marc walked down the concrete

Yes. Armand Gamache hated guns.

She was scared to death. She was killed by her beliefs. By someone taking advantage of them.

the essential goodness of people, it's failing to see it.

Mother told us everything. Kaye would only give us her name, rank and serial number, which turned out to be her phone number. Couldn't get a straight answer out of her." Gabri turned to Reine-Marie. "I don't give straight answers either." "Nor should you, mon beau Garbri," said Rein-Marie.

Since Myrna was a purveyor of books, and the young agent was addicted to them, this made the bookseller her pusher, though actually more like her priestess.