Quotes About Trust

You don't have to do this, Kat." "I've been hearing that a lot lately." "He's right." "I didn't say who had said it," she countered. "You didn't have to." He looked out at the water. "You two are good together." "We're not together," Kat said automatically. "Sure you are. You just don't know it yet.

You can't really yell at your boyfriend for stealing your seat and your best friend. You also can't yell at your best friend for stealing your boyfriend. Or you can…but Hi seemed like a much easier way to start the morning.

What about him?" "What's going on with you two?" "Nothing," Kat said, a little too quickly. "Yeah, and why is that exactly? I thought you two were getting all relationshipy. But now you're gone half of the time and he's ...angry." "No, he's not." "Yes, he is." Gabrielle gave a short laugh. "He doesn't like you going off, doing these jobs on your own.

So are you going to tell me what happened last night?" "You were there. You saw what happened." "No. Last night...that wasn't you." "The last time you saw me I was jumping off the wall, Megan." Megan's gaze burns into me. She isn't backing down. "You were always a daredevil, but you never had a death wish. The girl I knew was always running towards something. Last night...you were running away.

They promised me that this would be my home. That girls like you would always be my sisters. But they weren't my sisters, were they?" Catherine asked, but then the lunacy broke, a quick and fleeting crack, and through it I saw anger and bitterness and rage.

There are things spies often carry with them: pocket litter, fake IDs, and the occasional weapon-slash-camera-slash-hair accessory. But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them. As I sat inside Sublevel Two that day, I knew the one I held was so heavy I might never see the surface again.

She looked at him, watched hum toss the remote on the table and say," So maybe I'm going to handcuff myself to you the next time you decide to take a stroll.

She didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.

I've seen Joe Solomon every school day for more than a year, but I don't think I'll ever really know him. There are times when he's one of the strongest people I've ever known, and then there are moments--like this one--when I think he might be broken, deep down, in a place that will never mend.

Somtimes people run to see if you'll ever come after them. -Joe

You are my best friend. And sometimes I like to check and make sure my friends aren't dead.

It's not safe out there," he says, too close to my ear. "Yeah...well..." I look at him. "Maybe it's not safe in here either.

Even though Kate had only known Hale for a little more than two years, she had seen him in a lot of situations.

Rule of thumb: when in doubt, find a marine.

You wanted to be treated like grown-ups? Well, that includes both the good and the bad.

The only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And locked in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

So she let him carry her bags. She didn't protest when he walked so close that her shoulder brushed against the arm of his heavy wool coat. And yet, beyond that, they did not touch. He didn't even look at her as he said, "I would have sent the jet.

Hale, I..." But Hale was still moving, shrinking the distance between them. He seemed impossibly close as he whispered, "And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.

What about you?" he asked. "Are you going to kill me?" Maddie had to think about the answer. "Why would I do that when I just have to get out of the way and let Alaska do it for me?

a spy's life isn't about never taking chances. It's about taking chances that are worth the risk.

Mad Dog." Logan cupped her cheeks with his big, warm hands, made her look up into his eyes. "You're my girl," he said, and then he kissed her, right there in front of their school and his Secret Service detail - right in front of the world. So she kissed him back again. And again. And again. Until he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "If anything goes wrong in there, I'll save you." She took his hand. "Not if I save you first.

You didn't steal me," he whispered, his face so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. "You rescued me." "Like Rapunzel?" she teased, and he kissed her again. And again. And again.

In a lower voice, Hale asked, "I trust you know what to do?" "Indeed, sir." Marcus stood a little straighter. "I shall endear myself to the staff and find out where all the skeletons are buried. Both literally and figuratively." "We can probably do without the literal skeletons, but I like the enthusiasm," Hale said with a slap on Marcus's arm

She reminds me of…me." "Then clearly she can't be trusted.