Quotes About Trust

When you're surrounded by enemies, don't rely on man-made fortifications or military power. Trust God.

but he knew that Hashem revealed His will through His Word. The way to find answers was through obedience to that Word.

You pray. And you allow the Lord to be your strength. Remember—the Lord doesn't give you strength, Hezekiah. He is your strength.

When we were in hiding, we were never hidden from God.

No matter what came next, Daniel rested safely in the grip of his Sovereign God.

I don't think it's right to unburden your own heart by laying the load on someone else's. Some secrets are better left untold.

Faith don't come in a bushel basket, Missy. It come one step at a time. Decide to trust Him for one little thing today, and before you know it, you find out He's so trustworthy you be putting your whole life in His hands.

You pray. And you allow the Lord to be your strength. Remember the Lord doesn't give you strength. He is your strength.

Can't never go by your feelings. Got to go by the word of the Lord.

Smooth seas don't produce skillful sailors.' It's the rought waters that train us to e His disciples. He uses the turbulent times I our lives to prepare us for His purposes-if we'll let Him.

I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of 'living a lie'. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.

I suspect this is always the way with conmen: they don't even have to construct a whole story, their victims fill in the gaps, reconcile the irreconciliables – their victims do most of the work.

One thing I can't do is walk around with a long face anymore—the Lord has taken that away." In

I need your trust in this, Alec. Can you give it?" Alec looked sidelong at the fire for a long moment, then locked eyes with him again, and replied in halting Aurenfaie, "Rei phoril tos tokun meh brithir, vri sh'ruit'ya." Though you thrust your dagger at my eyes, I will not flinch. A solemn oath, and one Seregil had pledged him not so long ago.

Seregil, that hurts." Alec's soft, tense voice brought him back and he found himself clutching the boy's shoulder. He hurriedly released him and sat back. Alec closed cold fingers over his own. "What is it? You look like you've just seen your own ghost." A desperate ache lanced thorugh Seregil as he looked down into those dark blue eyes. if you let slip the slightest detail Damn you, Nysander! "I can't tell you, talí , because I'd only have to lie.

This Captain Rhal of yours sounds like someone worth knowing," Micum said. "I've thought so ever since you told how he let you go that night." "Micum told me something of your trip, but I'd like to hear your version of it," said Kari. "Did he really fancy Seregil, Alec?" Alec grinned. "I half fancied him myself, when he was all prettied up.

Ah, Seregil," Kari exclaimed, wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron. "I've never known anyone who could get himself into such messes, and then right back out again!" "It would have been considerably more difficult if Alec hadn't been such a faithful defender of my virtue." Seregil gave Alec a courtly nod. "My lady," Alec murmured, rising to give him a bow of such elaborate solemnity that they all burst out laughing again.

Ordinary words simply preserve ideas. Still, you have to be careful. Words can lie, or be misunderstood. Words don't have magic, but they have power.

It was Alec who brought their lips together. Seregil's first reaction was disbelief. But Alec was insistent, clumsy but determined. It lasted an instant, an eternity, that one awkward kiss, and it spoke silent volumes of bewildered honesty. The moment that followed was too fragile for words.

Still clutching each other by the arm, they turned to watch the last stones plummet over the edge. "I don't know how many times a day I can stand to watch you almost die," Seregil gasped. "Twice is my limit," croaked Alec, sinking to his knees.

Cursed be the weapon that tastes the blood of a friend.

It is better to lack the semblance of honor but possess it than to possess the semblance and lack the honor.

Talí." It was the only thing Seregil could think of that encompassed everything he felt right now. Alec smiled. "You called me that by accident the first time, remember?" "Unthinking, perhaps, but no accident." Alec's cheeks went crimson as he declared softly, "You're my talí, too.

I want to come with you, but first you've got to give me a few straight answers." "It's against my nature, but I'll try.