Quotes About Trust

She stared at me with concern a few moments longer and then relaxed a little. "Okay. But if you need anything—" "I know, I know. Call on the Love Phone.

Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either.

Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.

Seth moved behind me, his presence steady and reassuring. Waiting to catch me, even though I refused to fall just yet.

You're a terrible liar, Sage, but I'm still touched you'd attempt it for my sake. A for effort.

Where are you guys getting all of this?" I asked. "What does it matter if I - oh come on." We'd reached the lobby and found Eddie and Micah sitting on a bench together. They at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "Not you guys too," I said. "I was just here to see Jill," said Micah unconvincingly. "And I was here to, um..." Eddie faltered, and I held up a hand to stop him.

What's your name?" "What?" I asked, squinting at the light. "Your name." I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. "You know my name." "I want you to tell me." "Rose. Rose Hathaway." "Do you know your birthday?" "Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?" Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off.

Love and loyalty run deeper than blood

Not me. Give me honesty anytime.

You do believe I didn't do it, right?" For all I knew, he did think I was guilty and was just trying to help anyways. It wouldn't have been out of character. "I believe my sweet daughter is capable of murder," he said at last. "But not this one.

Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.

Mister Thorn, something tells me you could sell salvation to a priest.

All those other flings I've had are just ashes in the wind, scattered and forgotten. But you . . . you're the real thing. The fire that keeps burning in my life. You're the one. There's no one else I feel this connected to. And if I could do all those things, stay with you, make love—with the lights on—tell you everything that weighs on me, I would.

You got some cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa?

I loved you! I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me! I. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time. (Adrian Ivashkov)

Not everyone you protect will be your friend. Not everyone you protect will be someone you like.

Absolutely," said Mikhail. "So it's you and me, Rose?" "Yup," I said. "The fewer, the better. Just enough to question Sydney and Ian. I guess everyone else waits here." Sonya kissed his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere." Adrian has strolled over by now and given Jill a light, brotherly punch in the arm. "An i'm going to stay and hear how on earth you got involved with this, Jailbait.

You and I aren't friends either.

Dimitri might run off with Tasha, but I would still love him. I would probably always love him.

What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty

Is it true?" She asked. "Do you have a date?" "For the love of-you know it's true! And you told Adrian didn't you?

My best friend. I had my best friend back. If I had her, I could recover from what had happened in Siberia. I could go on with my life.

Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.

I tried desperately to put my thoughts into the forms of prayers, but I didn't know how. If God was real, I figured He was powerful enough to know what I wanted without me actually saying the right words.