Quotes About Trust

Remember when you told me that you'd never be able to trust me again? That was definitely among the top five worst moments of my life.

Interesting when someone wants to play you but then upset when you put an end to being played.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

That upsetting moment when you lost respect for someone you really cared about.

Best friends are the people who know how crazy and weird you are and still choose to be seen in public with you!

Friends who accept you for who you are the ones who you should hold close. Not the ones who try to change you into someone you're not.

In the end, you'll know who really loves you. They're the one who see you for who you are and no matter what always find a way to be at your side.

A friend is one who knows who you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still gently allows you to grow.

e chorei de alegria e confiança sobre as páginas do escritor como nos braços de um pai reencontrado." Marcel Proust, in: No caminho de Swann

Life is strewn with these miracles for which people who love can always hope. It

We trust in love as we trust in life, without thinking of the underlying emptiness, without too much believing in it. We go on loving because we are starving for affection. We want to enjoy its sustenance, and leave it at that. Thus we begin again not once but many times.

We lie all our life long, especially indeed, perhaps only, to those people who love us.

No doubt my love for Albertine was not the most impoverished of those to which the want of will-power can reduce us, since it was not entirely platonic; she did give me physical pleasures, and she was also intelligent. But all that was secondary. What stayed in my mind was not something intelligent she might have said, but some remark that aroused my suspicion about her actions.

think I would be lying if I said that the painful and perpetual mistrust that Albertine was to inspire in me had already begun, let alone the particular, above all Gomorran, character which that mistrust was to assume.

She would never think of shutting a door and, on the other hand, would no more hesitate to enter a room if the door stood open than would a dog or a cat.

But we lied to each other, Robert and I, as in every conversation when one friend is genuinely anxious to help another who is desperately in love. The friend who is being counsellor, prop, comforter, may pity the other's distress but cannot share it, and the kinder he is to him the more he has to lie.

I had only an imperfect understanding of the nature to which I was bound, whereas today I know the truth about it, at least from a subjective point of view. As for its objective truth, that is, whether these semi-hidden intuitions were any better than my reasoning at capturing Albertine's real intentions, and whether I was right to trust to my nature or whether it did not in fact distort Albertine's intentions instead of clarifying them, is difficult for me now to say.

Other people are, as a rule, so immaterial to us that, when we have entrusted to any one of them the power to cause so much suffering or happiness to ourselves, that person seems at once to belong to a different universe,

do you think it possible for a woman really to be touched by a man's being in love with her, and never to be unfaithful to him?

Life is strewn with these miracles for which people who love can always hope.

But normally, when Albertine was sleeping, she seemed to have recovered her innocence. In the position where I had placed her, but which in sleep she quickly made her own, she seemed to be trusting herself to me. Her face had lost any expression of deviousness or vulgarity, and when she raised her arm toward me or laid her hand upon me, each of us seemed entirely given up to the other, indissolubly joined.

his imagination and did not feed his jealousy. Swann's mind would become exhausted, until, passing his hand over his eyes, he would exclaim: "We must trust in God," like those who, after having persisted in embracing the problem of the reality of the external world or the immortality of the soul, grant their tired brains the relief of an act of faith.

At that moment I would have undertaken a mission to make Robert break with his mistress as readily as I had been to make him go and live with her permanently a few hours earlier. In the one case, Saint-Loup would have regarded me as a false friend; in the other, his family would have called me his evil genius. Yet, in that interval of a few hours, I was the same man.

jealousy belonging to that family of unhealthy doubts far more easily removed by the vigor of an affirmation than by its plausibility.