Quotes About Trust Novels & Stories

My own wife was uncomfortable around me. “Do you trust me?” A maddening silence spread across the space. “I want you to trust me—I’ll never hurt you.” Freya leaned back in her seat and stared out the window. Her eyes softened with an emotion I didn’t understand. “Can you at least try—to trust me?” I wanted her to say yes. Even though I knew Freya’s trust was a virtue I didn’t deserve. But I wanted to earn it. “Trust…” Freya said, keeping her eyes upward toward the sky. “Trust is a virtue that comes naturally, but once broken, it can never be restored.”

Always perfectly positioned to gather information without arousing suspicion. “No,” Aurora said firmly, standing up with more confidence than she felt. “Not Maya. I trust her.” “With respect, ma’am, you trusted your ex-husband too. For years. He had you convinced he was loving and devoted right up until he put you in the hospital with bruised ribs and a concussion.” Patricia’s words were harsh but not deliberately cruel, just factual, the way a surgeon’s scalpel cut to reach disease. “Trust isn’t a guarantee of loyalty. Sometimes it’s a blind spot that people exploit. Sometimes the people we trust most are the ones best positioned to hurt us.”

Michael entered, still dressed, eyes red from stress or anger or both. "Can't sleep either?" he asked. "No." Michael sat on the edge of the bed, dangerously close to where the evidence was hidden. "I've been thinking about family. About loyalty. About what happens when people betray the ones who helped them." Nickey said nothing. "My father used to say trust is like glass. Once broken, even if you fix it, you can still see the cracks." Michael looked directly at him. "Do you agree?" "Yes." "Good." Michael stood. "Because I'd hate to find out someone I trusted was lying to me. Would break my heart. And when my heart breaks, I do things I regret."

he said, the twinkle in his dark eyes told her the love was still there, only hidden behind a wall of fear. “You’ve always told me to trust you, well I still do. I know things will work out and we can get on with our lives. But just now, my love, you have to trust me. I will never leave you and will never back down just because there’s some creepy little jerk who thinks he deserves something for his crimes.”

Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger. I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.” “Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!” “And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.

Date = 13 April From one fire into the next. In the same day. Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center) I just need out of here. POV – Aria Trust. If you look it up in a dictionary, it will probably read something like a firm belief in the reliability of someone. A single word that’s difficult to achieve — whether earning it or giving it. And once it’s lost, it’s probably the hardest thing to get back. Trust. It’s like hugging a cactus while balancing on a cliff made of jello. Impossible, stupid, and probably painful.

“You'd be wise not to believe the words of a stranger, but this time, you should because I'm saying the truth.” I let out a breath that almost turns into a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “That’s not how trust works.” “No,” he agrees softly. “It isn’t.”

A message was written perfectly across it: “Don’t trust him.”

The same woman who was bent over my bed is the same woman now coaching him on how to get me back? “Is that bella in the background???? Are you calling me with her there?” I asked. “No—she’s just—Sophia, that’s not—” “Tell her you love her,” Bella muttered. “I love you,” Damien said immediately, like a child repeating homework. “I swear. Bella means nothing. It was a mistake. It doesn’t have to ruin us.” “Doesn’t have to ruin us???” I said. “You put her in my bed. Then you put her in my room. Now she’s standing next to you telling you what to say and you fucking talk about us????”