Quotes About Trust

Love is blind, and blind is dangerous.

Each time we stopped in front of a group of people to ask for information, the reaction we received was the same: they all looked at us dumbly at first, then smiled with courteous sincerity. If they knew of an escape, their knowledge would remain hidden behind their smiles before they, too, disappeared into the crowd.

The mistress and her servant - you two are sharing the same man, aren't you? Don't lie to this old woman, some gigolo must have grabbed both of you like a pair of chopsticks.

In all of my years doing this job, I have never given the drug to anyone over three months pregnant; not once, because everybody listens to me, except you.

I laughed as we turned in a tight circle... Tonight you're all mine. Jake smiled but looked me dead in the eye. No. From now on. My heart skipped. What? Yours, he said simply, from now on.

What would you do if it were me?' she asked, her voice practically a whisper. 'Do you think you'd feel different about it?' My breath caught in my throat. *I'd marry you* was the first thought that popped into my mind. And it was true, I realized suddenly. I would marry her. I would take care of her. I would do whatever to protect her.

I mean, they're not actually going to murder you. Right?

My voice sounded throaty and my chest was warm with hope. Because I'd meant it. I'd do anything for her.

If this had not been the case with Abraham, then perhaps he might have loved God but not believed; for he who loves God without faith reflects upon himself, he who loves God believingly reflects upon God.

I didn't say hope. I said faith. There's a difference... Hope is wishing for something. Faith is believing in something.

It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?

But a slow, deeply satisfied smile came over him, and his breath quickened. 'So softly it starts,' he whispered. 'Foolishly clever and with an unsurvivable trust. It just saved your miserable life, that questionable show of thought, my itchy-witch.' Al's smile shifted, becoming lighter. 'And now you will live to possibly regret it.

Come work for me, and I'll tell you." My eyes went to his. "You are a thief, a cheat, a murderer, and a not-nice man," I said calmly. "I don't like you." He shrugged, the motion making him look utterly harmless. "I'm not a thief," he said. "And I don't mind manipulating you into working for me when I need it." He smiled, showing me perfect teeth. "I enjoy it, actually.

Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?

Uh... , Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration. I'm kidding, I said. It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember? Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer? I hesitated, wondering why I was embarrassed. Well, where do you put your elven magic? I asked.

But he's Rachel Candy! -Both Jenks and Al

I won't snatch, harm, or scare to death people with you or use checking up on you as an excuse to cause trouble. You're worse than my mother, Rachel." "Mine, too," Jenks muttered.

Al was looking at me in disbelief. "Not your lover?" "No." "But he is Rachel candy," Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked.

You are pathetic, Rache, Jenks said, and my eyes darted to the top of the rack and I saw him standing there, hands on his hips and frowning at me, his wings a silver blur. Rachel and Trent, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. No wait, it was a hospital room, and he had his hands on your ass and you had your tongue down his throat. I can see why you might be confused.

Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.

Typical Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.

Quen's gaze went to Ivy and Jenks. Peeved, I crossed my legs and shook my head. We're a team. I'm not asking them to leave so you can tell me of whatever piss-poor problem you've landed yourself in. The older elf's brow wrinkled. He took an angry breath. Look, I said, my finger jabbing out to point at him. I don't like you. Jenks doesn't like you. And Ivy wants to eat you. Start talking.

Why? I said, taking the paper from him as Al smiled. If it's not what I agreed to, I will burn Al's gonads off the first chance I get. Turn around. I need to use your back for a second. Ah, hold on a tick, Al said, snapping his fingers again and catching the new paper drifting down. How silly of me. This is the one. Here.

I've got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don't." (Kisten)