Quotes About Trust

I'm not even sure I saw someone." "You sensed someone?" He made a face. "Now that really sounds nuts." "Hey, if you're okay with me imagining myself as a pine marten, I'm okay with you sensing unseen assailants.

I promise not to try to get you back into the woods." He paused. "For at least forty-eight hours." I laughed. "So you are on a schedule." "No, I'm impatient.

Not the surprise party thing again." "Better work on your surprised face." I opened the door. "No final words of warning?" "I trust you." I sighed. "That'll be my epitaph someday. So trustworthy. So honest. So boring.

So I spilled my guts already. Your turn. If you won't tell me what happened just now, at least tell me what happened at the tattoo place." I did. I was tempted to joke that his dad was right--apparently I was evil--but he wouldn't appreciate that.

Her sister lifted her hands. 'No, I shouldn't. It's a private message for you.' B'it's for both of us,' she said, and pressed it into Moria's hand.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness." One of the cows mooed appreciatively.

But the point, Maya, is that you don't give anyone a second chance. One strike and we're out." "So I'm inflexible and intolerant." "Maybe." "Well, then it's a good thing you're done with me, isn't it?" I headed for the house. Rafe let out a curse.

Chloe) She considers me a friend." (Derek) "Does she? Huh. Never thought friendship started with one girl locking the other— bound and gagged— in a crawl space."

So beware dark places, dark impulses, and betrayals. That last one can't really be avoided, though. Unless I'm the one doing the betraying.

He likes you." I looked at her. She shrugged. "I'm just saying, if you didn't want to break up, he'll come back. He really likes you." A sardonic twist of a smile. "Everyone does.

Gabriel, Ricky, and I fight against our roles as pawns by sticking together. That's where the original three failed. We will not repeat their mistakes.

Is it because of the party?" she asked. "You think maybe he did drug you? Because I'm sure it was Hayley. If you want, we could try to prove it--break into her place, look for the dope." I stared at Nicole. Her cheeks colored. "What can I say--I'm a closet rebel.

Suddenly he was right there, his mouth on mine, my arms around his neck. Then he stopped. He caught my arms and backed up, studying my face. "Has anyone had access to your drinks recently?" he said. "Any strange allergic reactions? Bug bites?" "Shut up.

Sorry," I said, hurrying over to him. "Are you--?" As I bent, he tried to snag my leg and yank me down, but I danced back out of reach. "Did you really think I'd fall for that?" I said. "Hoping.

Whether he killed her or scavenged her remains, he's a man-eater now, so he can't stay. I just don't want to jump to the conclusion he's the killer and overlook the possibility she was--" Daniel's arm nudged mine. A subtle gesture that could be accidental, but when you've been friends this long, you know when you're being told to shut up.

I suspect I could spend every evening this week with you and I wouldn't know you any better than I do right now." "Sure you would. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you." "That's the key word, isn't it? What I want to know. Not necessarily the truth." His lips twitched with what looked like genuine amusement. "Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended.

Under normal circumstances, I'd run there, and try to make it back by the end of lunch period but--" "Not when we might have a man-killing cat roaming around. Come on. I'll drive you." He started toward the lot. I jogged up beside him. "You don't have to do that. Go eat your lunch." "I've got some energy bars in the glove box." I jostled him. "What, you don't trust me to drive your baby?

What, you don't trust me to drive your baby? Go on. I can handle it." "It's not that. She's been acting up lately, remember? I don't want you stranded and walking back through the forest." Getting a lift from Daniel was going to make it a whole lot tougher to ask Rafe about skin-walkers. But I'd have to work with it.

They're trying to use the dog." It was Antone. "But she's not cooperating. She just lays down and growls at anyone who touches her." Good girl.

I glanced in the mirrors to see him racing along the side of the truck. He grabbed the door and yanked it open. I turned my attention back to the road. Daniel swung in, then slammed the door shut and collapsed in the passenger seat, panting. "Always wanted to do that, haven't you?" I said. He laughed and struggled to catch his breath.

They need to act like everything's okay, so you can't tell them. Not even Daniel." I backed up, freeing myself. "That's the deal-breaker, isn't it?" he murmured. "Daniel." "I trust--" "I know you do. But I don't, and not because I think he's untrustworthy, but because I don't know him well enough to be sure he won't screw up. The only person I trust is you.

She barreled down the steps toward us, and gave me a passing lick before jumping on Rafe. He pushed her down, laughing. "See, I am real," he said. "Hmm, still not sure," I said. "Dogs are supposed to be able to see ghosts, you know.

Well, no matter how dire the situation, if my dad offers you a new truck, don't do it. There's a serious string attached." "Huh?" he said. I told him what my dad had said. That got him laughing and as we pulled into the school parking lot, even the sight of Rafe waiting for me only made him roll his eyes.

Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies.