Quotes About Trust

It's the lie I'm thinking of. It might infect everything. If they ever found out you'd lied to them about this, the true things would suffer. They wouldn't believe anything then." "Yes, I see. But what can I tell them? I couldn't tell them the whole truth." "Maybe you can tell them a part truth, enough so that you won't suffer if they find out.

Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.

I will know from your talk whether I can offer an honest opinion or whether it is better to reassure you in your own.

What do I want in a doctor? Perhaps more than anything else—a friend with special knowledge.

The first few years after Samuel came to Salinas Valley there was a vague distrust of him. And perhaps Will as a little boy heard talk in the San Lucas store. Little boys don't want their fathers to be different from other men. Will might have picked up his conservatism right then.

Juana, glancing secretly at him, saw him smile. And because they were in some way one thing and one purpose, she smiled with him. And they began this day with hope.

Look here," said Will. "When a man comes to me for advice about an idea, I know he doesn't want advice. He wants me to agree with him. And if I want to keep his friendship I tell him his idea is fine and go ahead. But I like you and you're a friend of my family, so I'm going to stick my neck out.

it would no more have occurred to Adam to confide in his brother—to tell him the hunger, the gray dreams, the plans and silent pleasures that lay at the back of the tunneled eyes—than to share his thoughts with a lovely tree or a pheasant in flight.

Samuel said, "One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now—why, you can't find all the cards.

Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost--good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies any more, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word. There was a time when people kept their fly buttons fastened. And man's freedom was boiling off. Where did all the good stones go, and all simplicity?

One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now—why, you can't find all the cards.

He felt a desire to open his body for her inspection, so that she could see all the hidden things in him, even the things he did not know were there.

She told the best lie of all—the truth.

Viskas nuo žmogaus priklauso. Vienintel? j?ga - pats žmogus. Tik juo gali pasikliauti.

A writer and his work is and should be like a surly dog with a bone, suspicious of everyone, trusting no one, loving no one. It's hard to justify such a life but that's the way it is if it is done well.

Lee's voice said, "I know that sometimes a lie is used in kindness. I don't believe it ever works kindly. The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore.

Same thing, I guess," said Mack. "You just can't trust a married guy. No matter how much he hates his old lady why he'll go back to her. Get to thinkin' and broodin' and back he'll go. You can't trust him no more. Take Gay," said Mack. "His old lady hits him. But I bet you when Gay's away from her three days, he gets it figured out that it's his fault and he goes back to make it up to her.

I ain't felt so—safe in a long time. People needs—to help.

Maybe—maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure—never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?

Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves any more, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coattails.

Sen belki bütün gece gezmeyi saÄŸl?kl? buluyorsundur ama Yüce Tanr?m?z bu konuda ne uygun görürse onu yapacak. Liza Hamilton'la Yüce Tanr?m?z'?n hemen her konuda benzer görüÅŸleri olduÄŸu herkesin malumuydu.

All of these years I've cheated Liza. I've given her an untruth, a counterfeit, and I've saved the best for those dark sweet hours. And now I could wish that she may have had some secret caller too. But I'll never know that. I think she would maybe have bolted her heart shut and thrown the key to hell.

No," said George. "No, Lennie. I ain't mad. I never been mad, an' I ain't now. That's a thing I want ya to know.

To a criminal, honesty is foolish.