Quotes About Trust

Certainty fell away from me as though a loved person dropped my hand in indifference.

We were editors of our own selves, revealing only what we wanted to show. Being only what served us best. Trust was an enormous act of faith. And faith… God , faith was hard.

She was saying words she didn't totally believe yet. And maybe I was, too. But I wanted them to be true. For the first and only time in my life, I wanted to belong to someone and have that person belong to me.

Listen to me," he said. "I will never hurt you or touch you. I won't put my hands on you unless you ask me. Beg me." I gasped and fell back against the door, strength leaving my legs. "And I want you to beg me," he said, still closer. "And I think someday you will.

Ronan would keep my body safe and incinerate my heart. Trusting him would be my worst mistake.

His hand touched my leg and I grabbed it. I held it with both of mine, like he was a lifeline and I needed saving. Or maybe I was the lifeline and he needed saving. Was it possible we could save each other?

How loving Ronan felt like an act of recklessness and at the same time the safest thing I'd ever done. Maybe, I realized, that's what love was. It was being terrified of the leap but being sure of being caught.

She was the miracle I was trying to hold on to.

Love. Forgiveness. Commitment. Faith. Hope. They are simple things with yes or no answers. You love or you don't. You believe or you don't. You forgive or you don't.

Show me something you never show anyone. Give me a piece of your soul, because I just showed you mine and because I need to fucking live on something and I have nothing. Give me something I can live on. For a minute. That's all I want.

You're not broken, Dylan. I know you're not.

Whatever this is…this impetus you have to help me right now, I know it's a lie. You're not kind, Blake, and I've had more than enough lies in my life. I don't want any more.

I've never…" she whispered as I kissed her neck. Her hear. The skin under her chin. She really was soft all over. "This isn't like me." I leaned back. Looked deep into her startled and wary blue eyes. "You looking for permission to fuck the way you like?" I asked. "It's yours.

The three words every woman really longs to hear: I'll clean up.

I'm not talking about whether or not you'll send me a card next February." She shook her head. "I can't be with a withholder. I won't live with little denials." The way she said that, it sounded like he'd proposed.

Those who are waiting are waiting very actively. They know that what they are waiting for is growing from the ground on which they are standing. . . . That's the secret. The secret of waiting is the faith that the seed has been planted, that something has begun. Active waiting means to be present fully to the moment in the conviction that something is happening where you are and that you want to be present to it. . . . Waiting, then, is not passive.

Spreading rumours is our national past time

Gabe, did you pray?' 'Sort of.' 'Me too. Do you believe?' 'No. Do you?' 'No.' 'I don't believe,' said Gabriel, 'But I have faith, if you know what I mean.' 'What in?' 'I don't know, life, carrying on, I suppose.' 'Yes.

I am a firm believer that God has already ordered the things that have taken place in my life...and I'm just learning to follow the path he's laid before me.

But Mariana was wrong. You couldn't die. You had to go on. When you were born, you were given a trust of individuality that you were bound to preserve. It was precious. The things that happened in your life, however closely connected with other people, developed and strengthened that individuality. You became a person.

I had half a feeling that he might suddenly savage me in a bear hug under glass arcade. When he was disgruntled, you never knew how he would vent it.

it takes two people to cut you to the heart: an enemy to slander you and a friend to tell you what the enemy said.

People are like a pack of dogs sometimes. All right one by one, but together... together they do awful things they don't mean to do.

She was right about one thing - I did need a caring, responsible adult around. If I could have cried on the shoulder of someone I trusted, I never would have stopped. Where were all the adults?