Quotes About Trust

A daughter has an open door into a father's heart.

worry and anxiety are sand in the machinery of life, and faith is the oil

God's time isn't the same as hers. God's calendar isn't the one hanging in her kitchen.

The mistake, Digby, of choosing to see more in your future mate than the evidence has already suggested.

God only knows why miscarriages happen. God only knows—but doesn't choose to explain.

She will pray, too, but mostly she'll try to hold on to this feeling of stillness. Whether God has spoken or has yet to speak, she's at peace.

The price of deceit is to feel like a cockroach.

Well, Koshy Saar may not believe in God, but it's a good thing that God believes in that old man. Why else did he send him into your life?

Secrecy lives in the same rooms as loneliness. His secret and his failing is that after his mother's betrayal he cannot risk love.

He didn't disagree that God may have other plans for me, but he said sometimes we have to 'live the question,' not push for the answer.

she offered her arms, her hands, her kisses . . . and her willingness to be wounded.

You can confide in quiet people. They make way for one's thoughts.

After a long time, she says, "You won't make my mistake, will you?" Her gaze is soft and smiling once more, her wistful expression gone. "What mistake is that . . . Celeste?" "The mistake, Digby, of choosing to see more in your future mate than the evidence has already suggested.

No man has a good enough memory to be a sucessful liar.

Muslims must believe that all power, success and victory comes from God alone.

The greatest truth is honesty, and the greatest falsehood is dishonesty.

God helps those who fear Him.

He who is not impressed by sound advice, lacks faith.

When you advise any person you should be guided by the fear of God.

Missing hearts, missing people, missing souls, torn between distance and love. Were bound to stay together, no matter what, but god did it turns to leave them with the love for each other. Oh, the love, trust me, will never end. For me, he was my only, heart's mend.

Here is my sacrifice: my hummingbird landing in a stranger's palm.

I am in no hurry to stop believing we are supposed to sway like this, that we too are immense and calling out.

The dog does this beautiful thing, it waits. It stills itself and determines that the waiting is essential.

How masterful and mad is hope.