Quotes About Trust

I love you like my own sister. Which is why I won't hesitate to tell you that I don't believe it.

If I had to, I'd fight it like death itself. But with you, I don't have to.

Gonna see if Meg's here," Eddi whispered. "Go back to sleep." "I doubt if I can. But if you prefer it, I can lie here and be still." "Probably a good idea." Eddi grinned and kissed his nose. "She thinks you're full of nonsense." "She's lamentably ignorant of my better qualities." "You mean she hasn't seen you with your clothes off?" Eddi thought he blushed.

They held each other in silence, and he buried his face in her hair. "Do what you can, my primrose," he whispered at last. "I love my life better than I ever have, now that it's at risk. But even so, I love you better still.

I don't trust memory, anyway. Why should I? Memories, however undependable, ought to be the stuff on the sand when the tides of experience recedes. As long as they're part of that process, there's something valid about them, something that ties them to real life.

COVER UP EACH COUGH OR SNEEZE…FOOLS AND TRAITORS SPREAD DISEASE.

Our faith stands like an island,' he proclaims, 'lashed by a sea of doubt.

Remember," she says on the way to the white car, "we don't hug strangers. Even nice ones." "Why not?" "We just don't, we save our hugs for people we love." "I love that boy Walker." "Jack, you never saw him before in your life.

What this good man had sworn to protect me from was not the same as what I feared. I trusted that he would never let anything hurt me, but he would never let anything touch me either.

What does a promise mean, when it's made to a monster?

Trust me, the island must have water, since we need it to live. This place was set aside for us when the earth was made.

Bridie and I turned to each other. Oh, the secrecy and heat of that glance.

A lady lion-tamer put her head in a lion's mouth last week, and he bit it off. If a lion attempted to put his head in my mouth I expect I would do the same.

The truth was quicker than a lie, so I told it.

God is our pilot now, and we'll go wherever his breath blows us.

My radar, after all these years of sanity, is still off when it comes to what people do or don't mean.

There is something deeply unsettling about a child crying insincerely.

No one knows we're there, no one sees us. We never leave the room. I think about the secret voice you use when you make love. No one but that person will ever hear it. And here, we listen to each other, but we lock it in with touch, and the room vacuum seals it to stay fresh until we can breathe together again. When he breaks the silence it is to say, I want you to know that, when you get pregnant, nothing is going to change except your dress size.

Politicians promise you heaven before election and give you hell after

The governments of the world, knowing each other's interests, do not invade each other.

The root of all difficulties is a lack of the sense of the Presence of God.

Prayer does change things.

Lack of any kind is always traceable to the fact that we have been seeking our supply from some secondary source, instead of from God himself, the author and giver of life.

No matter how unattractive or how dangerous the road ahead may be, it is better than the road back. The road ahead may be veiled from sight—but you must teach yourself to regard the unknown as friendly. Remember that God is always on the road ahead. … cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee (Psalm 143:8).