Quotes About Trust

He looked into my eyes. "Sara, I wasn't kidding around. You still have my heart. I don't want it back.

Look, you're a lot of things to me—but a dog? Not one of them." I whisper, "What am I to you?" He stares at me a long time. "Sometimes you're my mom—but a good one that doesn't lie. Sometimes you're my frickin' wife—with your folded laundry and fried

chicken, and cinnamon cookies with my name frosted on them. Sometimes you're my therapist, sometimes you're my tormentor, sometimes you're my secret crush. But you're never my dog. And right now, you're my dance partner." He lifts his chin. "Let me see if I can sweep you off your feet.

Nina flutters her eyelashes at Justin. "Here's the cookies Nicole promised you in her note. We made them together," she lies, fluttering her eyelashes some more. Justin takes the cookies from her. "Thanks." He watches her silently, tilting his head. "You have something in your eye?" She immediately stops fluttering and starts twirling her hair

Tests of love always end badly.

If there is anything on this earth that I know better than anyone, it is that the ones who give you everything except what matters most are the ones with the deepest wounds.

If there is anything on this earth that I know better than anyone, it is that the ones who give you everything except what matters most are the ones with the deepest wounds. We may never love or be more than this beautiful bond between us but whatever we will ever be it is going to be integral to my life.

Our bodies aren't strangers,' he said, his voice ragged. 'Our spirits aren't strangers'. He held her face in his hands. 'Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I'll destroy that part of me.' And she wept to hear his words.

Do you think I don't want him to be gone more than you do? I do. Because I need to know that I can still breathe properly when he's not around. If something happens to him, I have to know that I won't fall apart...

Finn, listen!" Trevanion said, his voice raw. "I prayed to see you one more time. It's all I prayed for. Nothing more. And my prayers were answered. Go east, I'll lead them west." "We have a dilemma, then," Finnikin said fiercely. "Because I prayed that you would grow old and hold my children in your arms as you held me. My prayers have not been answered yet, Trevanion. So whose prayer is more worthy? Yours or mine?

So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around?

Don't let anyone take care of you. Can you maybe leave that for me to do? I mean, take care of you? Feel free to take care of me in return... because I think I'll need you to do that.

I don't despise you for what you allowed to happen to me. I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.

So between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid." "Oh God," she moans. "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot." "Thanks!

I stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give me a lecture, he won't try to teach me a lesson. He won't ask a thousand questions or ask me to apologize. He'll just come and get me. "Just tell me where you are.

Because being so dependent on people scares me.

To have somone hold you could be the greatest medicine of all.

There's not much you need to know about the world. Except how to use a sword and trust very few.

She's tired and leans her head on his shoulder, which is the resting place for all their heads, but when Justine and Siobhan and Francesca use his body so shamelessly he doesn't feel the need to turn his head and press his mouth against their hair.

I want to tell him that deep down each time Hannah looked at him she was grateful it was him because Jude did something that the others didn't. He came back for her.

Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away. "Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.

What happens when she's not my memory anymore? What happens when she's not around to tell me about his belt leaving scars across my two-year-old brother's face or when he whacked her so hard that she lost her hearing for a week? Who'll be my memory?" Santangelo doesn't miss a beat. "I will. Ring me." "Same," Raffy says. I look at him. I can't even speak because if I do I know I'll cry but I smile and he knows what I'm thinking.

People aren't interested in the truth, Dafar. They're interested in what keeps them safe. They're interested in being looked after. They're interested in a tale being spun... Mighty men have moments of great despair that common people do not want to know about.

Logical Tom begs emotional stupid dickhead Tom not to ask the question. 'Are you alone?' he asks quietly. He hears her breathing so close to his ear. 'Yes.' 'Good,' he says, his voice croaky. 'I'll sleep like a baby.