Quotes About Trust

He wanted her to acknowledge that it was she who had bed him the night they gave themselves to each other. That his broken spirit and hers had created rather than destroyed something for the first time in their wretched lives.

She told him that from this angle the treetops looked like cauliflower and she had once heard them beckon her to jump, promising her that if she did, they'd bounce her back in the air again. Some days, like today, he was petrified she'd listen to them.

He kisses her and wants to beg her and the others to never give up on him. Ever. But he gets a feeling that he would be preaching to the converted

We make weird friends," I say instead. "I've never been into the f-word with people." "I'm privileged, then? Why me?" He thinks for a moment and then shrugs again. "You're the realest person I've ever known." "Is that good or bad?" "It's fucking awful. There's not much room for bullshit, and you know how I thrive on it.

People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it hard to forgive.

Wives can replace their husbands, Georgie," her aunt once told her. "But sisters can't replace their brothers.

He's only slept with us when he's cold and lonely." "Isaboe, he is a hound. He will feign loneliness the rest of his life just to lie on this bed,. My bed. I was the king of this bed.

Words are intimacy she won't allow and he would not dare ask for.

And then he told me to close my eyes. And I think I've been frightened to do just that ever since.

I have an aunt and I have a Griggs and this is what it's like to have connections with people.

An arm was instantly around his neck. A dagger to his throat. A savage growl in his ear. Sagra. How he missed her.

my dad goes along with it because no one in my family has ever pretended that my mother doesn't make all the decisions.

I've had it with this waiting business. I can cope with another woman, but I can't cope with being ignored when there's nothing in his way.

Not just a name but a state of mind I never want to revisit, although I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get my hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space.

Because 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.

But there was nothing wrong with their marriage. I could be a fool for believing this one hundred percent, but there was never anyone for Dominic but Jacinta and vice versa. They knew they'd get through the shitty part." "But they didn't," he argues. "They're not divorced, Tom. That marriage is not over.

People divulge things to you that they would not divulge to anyone else.

Taylor: Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming? Jonah: Go to hell. Taylor: Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.

The trust of a people comes from the goodness of their leaders.

Pero ¿Qué ocurrirá con nosotros cuando tu no estés bien? Nos volveremos patéticos, incluso más de lo que soy yo ahora. Así que, ¿Por qué iba a querer yo que alguien lo sea todo para mi, si un día puede dejar de estar cerca? ¿Entonces qué quedara de mi?

They travel in packs and trust each other with all their hearts. It doesn't mean they have the capacity to love more than us, but they do know how to trust. It's because of their queen and her father before her and his father before him. The trust of a people comes from the goodness of their leaders.

Josie, life is not a romance novel. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

They all turned to Lirah, waiting. "We'll kill each other, Priestling," she said softly, but her eyes were bright. "I'll win most arguments, but you'll get used to it," he said. She came to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." She kissed De Lancey as well. "And thank you." Gargarin took her hand. "And what about mine?" he asked. "I'm the brilliant architect.

The gods whispered to you once, Finnikin. And you listened. But they are proud and refuse to speak to those who do not believe that there is something out there mightier than the minds and intellect of mortals.