Quotes About Trust

An apology with a defense built in isn't much of an apology

Do you owe someone only the care they provided for you? Or does believing that make you as culpable as they were?

wanted to hear more about Thomas. I wanted to know that he had a good heart, that he had saved someone on the brink, that I could depend on him. I wanted in him all the traits any female would want in the male she chose as the father for her offspring.

And then come September, they fell back in step as if they'd never missed a beat. That, Peter figured, was the very definition of a best friend.

Only the liar knows if he's lying

Say what you will about the Mafia, but it works because everyone has a specific role to play. They all do what they do for the greater good of the organization. They'd willingly die for each other. The other reason a wolf pack is like the Mafia? Because, for both groups, there is nothing more important than family.

really wanted Sage Singer to prove me wrong.

They both knew that jealousy could rise like a tide, erasing events that had been scratched into the shore of your memory.

I told you because I didn't know how not to.

When you expect something, you're sure to be disappointed. I learned that a long time ago.

Josie already knew the answer. This group of kids—they weren't her friends. Popular kids didn't really have friends; they had alliances. You were safe only as long as you hid your trust—at any moment someone might make you the laughingstock, because then they knew no one was laughing at them.

He did not have to read the careful number to know the weight of Emily's heart; he'd held it for years

Sometimes I think there's no such thing as falling in love. It's just the fear of losing someone.

Anna is thirteen. Anna lives with her mother. Anna's mother is opposing counsel. How can Anna possibly live in the same home and not be swayed by Sara Fitzgerald?

I hated him. Not for fooling me into trusting him, or even for beating me. But because he made me lose the compassion I had for the enemy.

You trust someone who makes spaces for you in his or her life…so much so that if you leave, they will del the absence. You give someone your vulnerable, unshelled heart wrapped in a question: What will you do with it?

She believes in me, and if someone believes in you wholeheartedly, you start to believe in yourself as well.

And you know I don't believe in God." She moves, blocking my path. "That doesn't mean He doesn't believe in you," she says. My scar tingles. My left eye starts

And you know I don't believe in God." She moves, blocking my path. "That doesn't mean He doesn't believe in you," she says.

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. 'Then why are you here?

But it feels like we are sitting on a tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit to or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking. How am I supposed to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I'm wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone's arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was me?

I wont let you fall, he said, and because he never did, the world from that vantage point stops being so crazy.

What she really meant was: here is my heart, have a care.

The reason it's important to believe in something, he said, is because you can.