Quotes About Reliance

Like the seminarian relying more on his knowledge of Hebrew than on the Spirit to hear God's voice in the text, we're more prone to carefully maneuvering our way through life than to abandoning ourselves to divine providence.

They probably think the sun won't come up unless you're there to allow it.

trust his intent, question his judgment

I don't think you get to be mad at someone unless they come through for you. I don't think you have that luxury. I think you think you can be mad, but really you're just doing something else. What's that? Waiting.

I'm just not sure who I should be trusting here,' she says. 'Me,' I say. 'Just me.' She bites her lip, like she believes me, or at least like she is starting to believe me - which is more than I could hope for in this moment. Because you can't tell people to trust you. You have to show them that they can. And I haven't had enough time.

If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of a light, Ma considered. We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of. That's so, said Pa. These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're good things to have, but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.

Then Pa looked at Ma and said, Nobody'd starve to death when you were around, Caroline. Well, no, Ma said. No, Charles, not if you were there to provide for us. Pa was pleased.

The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you're doing, someone else does. —ANONYMOUS

We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death.

I won't do you the injustice of asking you to take my word. Words are cheap.

I have never found 'luck' a dependable companion

When someone put money in your hand you closed your fingers around it and put it in your pocket.

I knew wherever I was that you thought of me, and if I got in a tight place you would come-if alive.

As applied to substance abuse, the cognitive approach helps individuals to come to grips with the problems leading to emotional distress and to gain a broader perspective on their reliance on drugs for pleasure and/or relief from discomfort.

Amid the greatest difficulties of my Administration, when I could not see any other resort, I would place my whole reliance in God, knowing that all would go well, and that He would decide for the right.

Foolish people spend time and money poring over horoscopes and consulting so-called psychics trying to see the dark unknown. How much better to walk through life holding the hand of One who knows the way and cares for us!

A man who looks to his friends for help will take his time about a thing.

And trust dies from ifs and buts

I loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.

The phone is about the same size as a cigarette pack. It's no surprise to me that the traditional cigarette lighter in many cars has turned into the space we use to recharge our phones. They are kin. The phone, like the cigarette, let's the texter/former smoker drop out of any social interaction for a second to get a break and make a little love to the beautiful object. We need something, people. We can't live propless.

But the fact was, Sherrie Marla trusted him already. When he took the ice off, and showed to her his new symmetry, she didn't flinch. His face was him to her now. It was not a map or an indicator of some abstract idea. Turned out it was only the first impression he needed to alter.

The persistent and sustained reliance on falsehoods as the basis of policy, even in the face of massive and well-understood evidence to the contrary, seems to many Americans to have reached levels that were previously unimaginable.

Even if we find literature the finest of substitutes, infinitely better than anything else yet invented, it still pays to recognise that substitute is what it might primarily be, that writing is in certain ways an act of very polite and artful revenge on a world too busy to listen and that we would never develop such fierce bookish ambitions if we had not first been let down by those we needed so much to rely upon.

Keeping your commitment to your purpose does not depend on other people keeping theirs.