Quotes About Trust

There's something to be said for being someone's safety zone. Even if, sometimes, it means a kick or a punch or a rush of angry words.

Her best friend is me; her second-best friend is herself.

He knows what will upset me before it even happens and like a superhero, bends the track of the runaway train before it strikes.

What people said they would do and what people actually did were two very different things.

He doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul. Amen to that.

I tell myself that I've invited him along to add to the thrill -- one more person who knows only makes it more exciting. But it's really because there are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

He doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul.

It seemed to him that if you planted the seed of doubt in people's minds, they were more likely to take a look at new growth and yank it out by its roots as a potential weed, when it could very well have turned into something as harmless as a daisy.

Jack could feel the fissures beginning even now, the hard shell he'd promised to keep in place so that no one, ever, would get close enough to hurt him again.

Why didn't you tell me? Delia says, stung. Why don't any of us tell you anything? I respond. We love you.

There are so many ways to betray someone. You can whisper behind his back. You can deceive him on purpose. You can deliver him into the hands of his enemy, when he trusts you. You can break a promise. The question is, if you do any of these things, are you also betraying yourself?

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

There are building blocks of love and the very bottom layer is comfort. (from Vanishing Acts)

Things had a way of working out for the best, when you let them run their course.

No matter what you do for someone-no matter if you feed him a bottle as a baby or curl up with him at night to keep him warm or give him food so he's not hungry-make one wrong move at the wrong moment, and you become someone unrecognizable.

Could you forgive someone if she hurt you and the people you love, if she truly believed she was only trying to help? I

There are two reasons to not tell the truth -- because lying will get you what you want, and because lying will keep someone from getting hurt.

What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who believed whatever my mother said was one hundred percent true and right without looking hard enough to see the hairline cracks.

Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and maybe we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.

I hate that you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth.

Me, I like him because of one of Rocco's other things: he doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul.

It's an odd luxury, knowing someone's got my back.

Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Could love be not grand gestures or empty vows, not promises meant to be broken, but instead a paper trail of forgiveness?