Quotes About Trust

I don't know why it is, Captain Short, but whenever you start agreeing with me, I get decidedly nervous.

Holly, do you trust me?" Holly groaned. "Artemis, don't ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming." "Do you trust me?" "Yes," Holly sighed. "I do. More than anyone.

Butler," he called, his voice thin and childlike in the wind. "Yes, Artemis, what?" "If something goes wrong, wait for me. No matter how it looks, I will return. I will bring them all back.

Artemis turned and stared at his friend with the blue eyes. Holly was staring back, and she was smiling. "I remember," she said aloud. "You saved me." Artemis smiled back. "It never happened," he said.

So why don't we have a go? There are two of us.' Little Mike realized that his friend was actually serious. 'Two of us? Father Hillary had God Almighty helping out, and look where it got him.' 'I know. But we're a team. For years, since primary. Batman and Robin.' 'Robin got killed,' said Mike. Christy was shocked. 'He did not, did he? Jesus, I didn't hear about that.' 'Yeah. It was a big shock. The Joker kilt him.' 'That fuckin' Joker. I didn't see that coming.' (Taking on PJ)

Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.

Well, young man, have you found anyone worthy of your respect? Artemis smiled back. Yes, he said. I believe I have.

Being part of a secret is a great source of strength.

Good man, Foaly." He grinned. "Hit that backstabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.

Fowl and fairy, friends forever.

Some people just needed to be stolen from.

Giving evidence against one's employers was the first step to unemployment.

Artemis and Holly stood there in their underwear, gingerly locking fingers. They had crossed space and time together, weathered rebellions, and tangled with demented despots. Coughed blood, lost digits, inhaled dwarf fumes, and swapped eyeballs, yet they found holding hands awkward. No1 knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist a parting crack. "I now pronounce you . . .

his size drew attention from everyone who happened to glance downwards. But Mulch quickly discovered that Mud People could find a reason to distrust almost anyone. Height, weight, skin colour, religion. It was almost safer to be different in some way.

I don't know what to believe, or who to trust.

Maybe you read my article in WooHoo ? I never read press. You start believing it, you see...

One: listen to your commander—he is always right. Two: ignore all hunches, unless suggested by your commander, who is always right. Three: if in doubt, call your commander. The one who is always right.

But then what were physical feelings if not more electrical messages from the brain? Why believe in them either? Was there anything trustworthy in the Universe that one could hug and hold on to in the midst of a butterfly storm, other than a Hawaliusian wind staunch?

VERN DID NOT TRUST HUMANS WAS

Mulch's beard hairs curled in apprehension. And as his grandmother always said, Trust the hair, Mulch, trust the hair.

Ik herinner me hem wel, Holly. Ik herinner het me allemaal. Vooral jou. Het is een hele troost dat jij hier bij me bent.' … 'Dat is heel lief van je, Artemis,' zei ze na even te hebben nagedacht. 'Maar je hoeft voor mij niet te doen alsof.

Maak je geen zorgen, Modderjongen,' zei Holly. 'Ik hou je goed in de gaten, om te zorgen dat je op het rechte pad blijft.

Ik heb een speciale klus voor je, Gé.' … 'Is dit zo'n klus waarbij je een grote beloning krijgt als je het goed doet?' 'Nee,' antwoordde Carla. 'Dit is zo'n klus waarbij je een pijnlijke beloning krijgt als je het verkeerd doet.' Turf zuchtte. Was er dan nooit meer eens iemand aardig?

Artemis kneep in de brug van zijn neus. 'Je hebt natuurlijk gelijk. Ik ben hier het meesterbrein. Het denkwerk is mijn verantwoordelijkheid, niet de jouwe.' Holly keek hem met samengeknepen ogen wantrouwend aan. 'Was dat een belediging, Modderjongen?