Quotes About Trust

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.

Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Constant you are,But yet a woman: and for secrecy,No lady closer; for I well believeThou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

There's no artTo find the mind's construction in the face:He was a gentleman on whom I builtAn absolute trust.

False as dicers' oaths.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft thereWhere most it promises.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o' the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way.

Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;For treason is but trusted like the fox.

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.

How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;For I am arm'd so strong in honestyThat they pass by me as the idle wind,Which I respect not.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,Nor to one place.

Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under 't.

A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper.

My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter!A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter!

I have not kept my square, but that to comeShall all be done by the rule.

A light wife doth make a heavy husband.

No hinge nor loopTo hang a doubt on.

How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mockThe meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in blissWho, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;But, O! what damned minutes tells he o'erWho dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet soundly loves!

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,That palter with us in a double sense;That keep the word of promise to our earAnd break it to our hope.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:I am no orator, as Brutus is;But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.

At lovers' perjuries,They say, Jove laughs.

Hamlet: His beard was grizzled, no?Horatio: It was, as I have seen it in his life,A sable silver'd.