Trust is an orchid, beautiful but delicate, requiring ideal conditions in order to thrive. Without those conditions, it dies.
Trust is a two-way street.
Touch gives the world an emotional context. The touch of others makes us who we are. It builds trust.
Their job is to make you feel like you’re about to die. Your job is not to believe them. Your body might get weak, but your mind is strong.
The optimist believes we live in the best of all possible worlds; the pessimist fears this is true.
That’s the problem with telling lies and covering things up. You can’t really trust anyone afterwards.
I don’t believe everything I read.
I believe in second chances. I don’t believe in third chances.
How to keep secrets from the people you’re supposed to trust the most?
Give me a reason to believe.
Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a powerful thing, but living with that kind of belief… that’s the most powerful thing of all. That’s hope.
You’re in the FBI, Alex. You’ll never trust anyone again. But you can stop believing that every dishonest thing that someone does is their true self. Some people are simply good.
