Quotes About Trust

Once those figures get out, they'll murder these fellows," one senator exclaimed, referring to Welch and Martí-Ibáñez.

The best lies about me are the ones I told.

There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.

There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other is to lend.

Vashet: "I will admit, I've never had a studen offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he's worth my time." Kvothe: "That was nothing. Once I jumped off a roof.

I'd heard you were dead." "I heard you wear a red lace corset," I said matter-of-factly. "But I don't believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.

I knelt and opened up my lute case. Moving the lute aside, I pressed the lid of the secret compartment and twisted it open. I slid Threpe's sealed letter inside, where it joined the hollow horn with Nina's drawing and a small sack of dried apple I had stowed there. There was nothing special about the dried apple, but in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.

It's a shame you left without a word, you know. She was just beginning to trust you before that. Before you got angry. Before you ran off. Just like every other man in her life. Lusting after her, full of sweet words, then just walking away. Leaving her alone. Good thing she's used to it by now, isn't it? Otherwise you might have hurt her. Otherwise you just might have broken that poor girl's heart

Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

Bast stood in the doorway, practically dancing with irritation. When he spotted the approaching figure he rushed down the street, waving a piece of paper angrily. "A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?" He hissed angrily. "What am I, some dockside whore?

I need you to breathe for me.

I don't mind being called a liar. I am. I am a marvelous liar. But I hate being called a liar when I´m telling the perfect truth.

Wilem tapped Simmon's shoulder."He's telling the truth." Simmon glanced over at him."Why would you say that?" "He sounds more sincere then that when he lies.

No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!

Wilem looked at me 'Why are you smiling?' "I'm relieved",I said honestly." I was worried I had given myself cadmium poisoning, or had a mysterious disease.This is just someone trying to kill me.

I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.

hear rumors and go digging for the painful truth beneath the lovely lies. You believe you have a right to these things, but you don't. When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

Viajé, amé, perdí, confié y me traicionaron...

You did not want things for yourself. That made you small. That kept you safe. That meant you could move smoothly through the world without upsetting every applecart you came across. And if you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted that the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat. It was the only graceful way to move. All else was vanity and pride.

What were you thinking?" Bast said with an odd mixture of confusion and concern. Coat was a long while in answering. "I tend to think too much Bast. My greatest successes tended to come when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right, even if there was no explantion for what I did.

There is a great difference between a gift given freely, and one that's meant to tie you to a man.