Images Related To Trust Quotes & Sayings

There is something weird about facing a dripping wet, semi-naked man across a padded practice mat when you're wearing nothing but your own skin tight underwear and that's covered in a slippery, oily gel. If this got any more homoerotic, I'd have to think about introducing him to my parents. — G.R. Matthews

To aim at the best and to remain essentially ourselves is one and the same thing. — Janet Erskine Stuart

The light was luminescence and gloom, like the sky at midnight speckled with stars. All she could smell was the ocean... — Samantha Lee Churcher

It has long been known that the chemical atomic weight of hydrogen was greater than one-quarter of that of helium, but so long as fractional weights were general there was no particular need to explain this fact, nor could any definite conclusions be drawn from it. — Francis William Aston

I'm slowly becoming a repository for decomposing sorrows, regrets, ignored injustice, and forgotten promises. I can still feel its stench. But when I get accustomed to it, I will call it experience. — Mesa Selimovic

This is so unbearably inconvenient," he says. "I was prepared to hate him for the rest of my life. — Tahereh Mafi

vibrated again he decided it would be more distracting not to know. — Chuck Rose

In this age of media and Internet access, we are much more talkative than ever before. — David Duchovny

The softest emotions of the heart are the hardest to control.
- Not First Love — Jennifer Lawrence

He wished he understood women better. It was a well-known fact that they did not mean half of what they said.
But which half did they mean? — Mary Balogh

With each deep inhalation, he was aware of a sweet, pure fragrance that entered his nostrils and spread through his brain like a drug.
"What is that smell?" he muttered.
Vivian answered in a hushed voice. "Mrs. Buttons distilled some vanilla water for me. Do you like it?"
"We brought your perfume from the town house. Why didn't you use that?"
Her gaze flickered to his mouth and back to his eyes. "It didn't suit me," she whispered. "Too heady."
Grant drew in another lungful of delicate vanilla-scented air. "You smell like a sugar biscuit," he answered gruffly. One he badly wanted to bite into. Her scent was innocent and homey and appetizing, making his blood surge and his muscles harden in acute yearning. — Lisa Kleypas

You don't want to depend on an editor. If you want to regret something for the rest of your life, you want to make sure you're responsible for it. — Robert Stone