Gaining Trust Back In A Relationship Quotes

#1. I read things that male relationship experts write about women and I read things that female relationship experts write about men, then I feel a true sadness in my heart. Why can't there be a simple, pure, direct openness? Why can't there be a simple, real, open trust? The truth is that male or female, gay or straight - we are all people - we have all been broken and put back together in so many different ways ... it's really just about learning how to recognize the sound of the other one's cracks. And that's what it's really about, just that. #Quote by C. JoyBell C.

#2. The more you walk in relationship with the Lord, the more you learn to trust him. I'm learning not to focus so much on the issues I think are so big right now-our bus has broken down, or someone said something that frustrated me. I'm learning to slowly let things roll off my back, to say, 'Hey, God knew about this before it happened and He's got a way out or a plan better than mine.' I've learned to stop freaking out and just trust that God knows what he's doing. He's not going to leave me in a bad place because He never has before. #Quote by Francesca Battistelli

#3. Remember that every person who you come into contact to on any given day has a story that is probably far more amazing than you will imagine and no one is going to just offer up their entire life's worth of experiences to you because you want them to.

It takes time to draw someone's story out from within them. It takes trust. It takes sincerity and dedication.

Keep in mind that each and every interaction you have with all those people on a daily basis is a unique opportunity to develop any kind of relationship with that person that the two of you might want to be a part of.

It doesn't matter how you meet them or what it is that you do with them.

It can be as mundane as waving to them in the morning as they leave their driveway, or it can be as huge as saving someone's life in a moment of uncertainty and sacrifice.

Each person has the potential to become a friend or a lover or to simply teach you something important and then slip back into the endless rush of other bodies moving about the planet around us.

Don't pass these chances up too often, or you'll get lost in the tide yourself. #Quote by Ashly Lorenzana

#4. Relationships fail because of trust issues, commitment issues and communication issues. Without communication there is no relationship. Without respect there is no LOVE. Without trust there is no reason to continue. Stay grounded to the one you love. Respect him or her to the utmost. Respect the relationship. If the relationship is healthy, then keep on keeping on and never let a Hurricane, Tornado, or Tsunami tear your house down. Life's to short for broken hearts. Life's to short for betrayal or back stabbing. Life's to short to live with the thoughts of "What if's". Life's to short to waste a perfectly good heart. Adhere to the truth, if not Karma has no deadline. She could strike whenever you're in a relationship or married, then you look back on years ago wondering "What if... #Quote by Antonio Logan

#5. People are like that here. Strangers smile at you on the beach, come up and offer you a shell, for no reason, lightly, and then go by and leave you alone again. Nothing is demanded of you in payment, no social rite expected, no tie established. It was a gift, freely offered, freely taken, in mutual trust. People smile at you here, like children, sure that you will not rebuff them, that you will smile back. And you do, because you know it will involve nothing. The smile, the act, the relationship is hung in space, in the immediacy and purity of the present; suspended on the still point of here and now; balanced there, on a shaft of air, like a seagull.

The pure relationship, how beautiful it is! How easily it is damaged, or weighed down with irrelevancies - not even irrelevancies, just life itself, the accumulations of life and of time. For the first part of every relationship is pure, whether it be with friend or lover, husband or child. It is pure, simple and unencumbered. #Quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#6. We loathe worthlessness, and for good reason. We have a primal sense that we exist for something better and, indeed, we do. We are created in the King's image and created to be with him. But there is a reason we oppose worthlessness that is much darker: we want worth in ourselves, apart from our relationship with Jesus. When this other reason dominates, all the talk about the glory of the King and the reflected glory we experience as we are joined to him by faith is meaningless. Our hearts are searching for something else. The only solution is to turn away from putting our trust in something other than Jesus, which is actually nothing, and turn back to the Lord. It is called repentance, and it is the way to clarity and rest. #Quote by Edward T. Welch

#7. Here is part of the problem, girls: we've been sold a bill of goods. Back in the day, women didn't run themselves ragged trying to achieve some impressively developed life in eight different categories. No one constructed fairy-tale childhoods for their spawn, developed an innate set of personal talents, fostered a stimulating and world-changing career, created stunning homes and yardscapes, provided homemade food for every meal (locally sourced, of course), kept all marriage fires burning, sustained meaningful relationships in various environments, carved out plenty of time for "self care," served neighbors/church/world, and maintained a fulfilling, active relationship with Jesus our Lord and Savior. You can't balance that job description. Listen to me: No one can pull this off. No one is pulling this off. The women who seem to ride this unicorn only display the best parts of their stories. Trust me. No one can fragment her time and attention into this many segments. #Quote by Jen Hatmaker

#8. The Psychopath Free Pledge:

1. I will never beg or plead for someone else again. Any man or woman who brings me to that level is not worth my heart.

2. I will never tolerate criticisms about my body, age, weight, job, or any other insecurities I might have. Good partners won't put me down, they'll raise me up.

3. I will take a step back from my relationship once every month to make sure that I am being respected and loved, not flattered and love-bombed.

4. I will always ask myself the question: "Would I ever treat someone else like this?" If the answer is no, then I don't deserve to be treated like that either.

5. I will trust my gut. If I get a bad feeling, I won't try to push it away and make excuses. I will trust myself.

6. I understand that it is better to be single than in a toxic relationship.

7. I will not be spoken to in a condescending or sarcastic way. Loving partners will not patronize me.

8. I will not allow my partner to call me jealous, crazy, or any other form of projection.

9. My relationships will be mutual and equal at all times. Love is not about control and power.

10. If I ever feel unsure about any of these steps, I will seek out help from a friend, support forum, or therapist. I will not act on impulsive decisions. #Quote by Peace

#9. Just because a hot guy likes you doesn't mean you owe him anything. You don't have to like him back and you don't have to feel bad that you don't like him back. Being friends is already pretty special because it means you trust him. If he's worth keeping in your life, he'll respect your choice either way. #Quote by Emma Raveling

#10. As she slipped back into the house, Travis mumbled, "It's about time." Everett Hayes had the gall to wink at him. "Better get used to it, Archer. Things are never the same after you install a woman in your house." "That is true," the parson said as he pushed up out of his chair, his expression slightly censorious as he glanced at Everett. "But if the Lord is installed, as well, the changes can bring blessing to a man." He shifted his attention and peered at Travis. "Marriage is a sacred union, son, and not something to dread. As Ecclesiastes says, 'Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. . . . A threefold cord is not quickly broken.' Keep God woven into your relationship and this union will make you stronger. But if you treat it as a burden, it will become one. #Quote by Karen Witemeyer

#11. Because that's what unfaithfulness is, isn't it? A cancer that's always there in the back of your mind, eating away at the foundations of the relationship. It's happened once, it could happen again, so you're always looking for telltale signs or symptoms to show that it's reappeared ... #Quote by Matt Dunn

#12. If I were to list all the positive attributes about Ryan Lilly, I'd run out of superior adjectives to use. I mean seriously, how big do you think my vocabulary is? I only know about a hundred million words, and with that small of a sample size, how could I accurately describe someone as great as Ryan? Ryan is the most amazing guy I've ever met. Seriously, I'm insanely jealous and I just want to stab him. But I won't, because everybody loves Ryan, including me. Ryan is a big inspiration in my life. Not only is Ryan fiercely intelligent - on the level of Newton, da Vinci, and Nietzsche's mustache - but he is the most open, honest, and understanding guy I've ever met. He's the kind of guy who'd give you the shirt off his back if you asked. I know, because I'm wearing his shirt now. If you don't know who Ryan Lilly is, you soon will. He'll probably be one of the most talked about people in history, and just the other day I came across this quote from Pliny (I don't know how old Pliny is, so I don't know if it was Pliny the Older or Pliny the Younger) which said, "Everything good I have written about can be summed up in two words: Ryan Lilly." That's a real quote I read in a real book. Trust me, I'm a writer. #Quote by Jarod Kintz

#13. 'Faith' and 'trust' are words that put the power in the hands of an outside force that we are meant to rely on - whether it is God or a person or the universe. Certainty puts the power back in our hands. #Quote by Yehuda Berg

#14. Holmes," I said, reaching up to touch her hands, to fold them in mine.
"Do you forgive me?"
"You sound like you're making some kind of decision," I said, because she was scaring me a little.
"Do you?"
I paused, thinking. Not long ago, I'd wanted everything from her. For her to be my confidant, my general. My best and only friend. I wanted her to be the other half of me, like we together made a coin. She the king's head to my tails. I loved her like you would the person you'd always wanted to be, and in return I would have followed her anywhere, excused any action, fought to keep her hoisted high on her throne.
When that myth I'd made of her shattered, I didn't know what to do. This last year, any thought I had of her felt wrong. Skewed. How could I understand what had happened, when I had put up so many lenses between my experience of her and the girl herself?
Holmes wasn't a myth, or a king. She was a person. And to have a relationship with a person, you had to treat them like one.
"Can I forgive you a little now?" I asked. "And then a little more tomorrow, and the next day? If there is a next day?"
"Yes," she said, quickly, like it was more than she had asked for. Like I might take it back.
"Provided you don't blow anything up, of course."
"Yes."
"Or try to look in my ears again while I'm sleeping -"
"Yes," she said, laughing. That look on her face, always, like she was surprised to be laughing, like it was somethi #Quote by Brittany Cavallaro

#15. That was before Clay moved those big, warm hands up over her body, spreading one on her lower back while the other curved around her nape. The hold was so proprietary, so aggressive, it should've scared her into running in the other direction. Instead it sparked a darkly sexual heat in her, stoking her need past blazing. She melted into him, pressing her aching breasts against the solid wall of his chest. He purred into her mouth. Nipples shocked into sudden pleasure by the vibration, she pulled back. "You purr?"

His smile was pure cat. "Only for you."

Any resistance she might've harbored to this dangerous, inevitable escalation in their relationship dissolved into a big fat pool at her feet. He was being charming. Clay did not do charm, not for anyone. Except, it seemed, her. She pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Stop being so sexy."

His smile widened and, sliding his hand from her nape to her hair, he tugged back her head so he could kiss her again. The embers in her stomach burst into flame as she realized she was rubbing her nipples against him. He didn't seem to mind - he was doing that purring thing again. #Quote by Nalini Singh

#16. Back in Paris they had happy moments together, like stills from a perfume ad (dashing hand in hand down the steps of Montmartre; or suddenly revealed in motionless embrace on the Pont des Arts by the lights of a bateau-mouche as it turned). There were the Sunday afternoon half-arguments, too, the moments of silence when bodies curl up beneath the sheets on the long shores of silence and apathy where life founders. Annabelle's studio was so dark they had to turn on the lights at four in the afternoon. They sometimes were sad, but mostly they were serious. Both of them knew that this would be their last human relationship, and this feeling lacerated every moment they spent together. They had a great respect and a profound sympathy for each other, and there were days when, caught up in some sudden magic, they knew moments of fresh air and glorious, bracing sunshine. For the most part, however, they could feel a gray shadow moving over them, on the earth that supported them, and in everything they could glimpse the end. #Quote by Michel Houellebecq

#17. Trust me, I've seen more women in their corsets and shifts than you've seen years."
"I can well believe that." She sniffed. "At least turn around."
"Fine." He turned his back to her, and Freddy followed suit. "But be quick about it. I'd like to reach Halstead Hall in time for dinner."
"Do as he says, will you?" Freddy put in. "I'm about to faint from hunger."
"For once, Freddy," she grumbled, "would you stop thinking with your stomach?"
The stockings seemed to fit, and she managed to undo her own gown so she could slip the other one on. But she could never button it herself, especially since it was small in the waist. And the bust. Mercy, she would need help.
"Freddy, come fasten me up, will you?"
Her cousin's back stiffened. "I can't do that!"
"Oh, for God's sake." Lord Stoneville strode over. "I knew you Americans were prudish, but this is absurd."
Before she could even protest, he began fastening her gown. To her horror, the faint scent of his spicy cologne and his fingers working efficiently over the buttons made an odd sort of heat rise up from her belly. That couldn't be good.
"You seem to know how to do up a woman's gown very well." She struggled to sound nonchalant. "I take it you've had plenty of practice."
"You know us debauchers," he said dryly. "Practice, practice, practice. #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#18. Tell me again why we've hated each other all these years?"
"Because we're both stubborn as mules?" he offers.
I can't help but laugh. "Yeah, I'd say that about covers it."
"I love you, Jemma. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to feel the same. I'll wait forever if I have to."
I suck in a breath. He doesn't know. How would he? He's said it to me, but I've never once said it back. "Trust me, you had me at 'prettiest girl in all of Magnolia Branch,' and then you sealed the deal with that whole 'best shot' thing."
"Wait…Are you saying…I mean--"
"Shhh." I put my finger against his lips. "Though you're really cute when you're stuttering like that."
"Hey, I don't stutter."
"Neither do I. I love you, Ryder Marsden. See?" I rise up on tiptoe and press my lips against his.
His arms encircle my waist, drawing me closer, till there's no space whatsoever between our bodies, till I can't tell where he ends and I begin. His mouth moves against mine, and he kisses me hungrily. Thoroughly. Expertly. And so very hotly.
This kiss is somehow different from the ones that have come before it. It's a promise that he is mine, that I am his. It's an acceptance of our fate. It's the ultimate acknowledgement of something that's been there all along, just waiting for us to discover it. To enjoy it. To celebrate it.
So we do. #Quote by Kristi Cook

#19. Every story is an act of trust between a writer and a reader: each story, in the end, is social. Whatever a writer sets down can help or harm a community of which he or she is a part. When I write I can imagine a child in California wishing to give away what he's just seen- a wild animal fleeing though creosote cover in the desert, casting a bright-eyed backward glance or three lines of overheard conversation that seem to contain everything we need understand to repair the gaping rift between body and soul. I look back at that boy turning in glee beneath his pigeons and know it can take a lifetime to convey what you mean, to find the opening. You watch, you set it down. Then you try again. #Quote by Barry Lopez

#20. Only an idiot would trust a Kelpie this close to the water. Getting on its back with the scent of the sea in the air would be a fast, painful means of suicide, and I'm not a fan of pain. #Quote by Seanan McGuire

#21. After taking his oath, Washington would give his first inaugural address. What would he say? What message would he need his countrymen to understand? Considering the eight-year war we have just finished analyzing we would assume he would fall back on the national covenant. He would not forget who or what had brought him to this point. 'It would be peculiarly improper,' the new president declared, 'to omit in this first official Act, my fervent supplications to that Almighty Being who rules over the Universe, who presides in the Councils of Nations, and whose providential aids can supply every human defect, that his benediction may consecrate to the liberties and happiness of the people of the United States.'

He then got to the core of his message, invoking the covenant relationship with God in no uncertain terms: 'We ought to be no less persuaded that the propitious smiles of Heaven, can never be expected on a nation that disregards the eternal rules of order and right, which Heaven itself has ordained.'
(Quoted from "Washington's Inaugural Address of 1780.") #Quote by Timothy Ballard

#22. Sometimes," she told me, "a girl will give a guy a blow job at the end of the night because she doesn't want to have sex with him and he expects to be satisfied. So if I want him to leave and I don't want anything to happen . . ." She trailed off, leaving me to imagine the rest.

There was so much to unpack in that short statement: why a young man should expect to be sexually satisfied; why a girl not only isn't outraged, but considers it her obligation to comply; why she doesn't think a blow job constitutes "anything happening"; the pressure young women face in any personal relationship to put others' needs before their own; the potential justification of assault with a chaser of self-blame. "It goes back to girls feeling guilty," Anna said. "If you go to a guy's room and are hooking up with him, you feel bad leaving him without pleasing him in some way. But, you know, it's unfair. I don't think he feels badly for you."

In their research on high school girls and oral sex, April Burns, a professor of psychology at City University of New York, and her colleagues found that girls thought of fellatio kind of like homework: a chore to get done, a skill to master, one on which they expected to be evaluated, possibly publicly. As with schoolwork, they worried about failing or performing poorly - earning the equivalent of low marks. Although they took satisfaction in a task well done, the pleasure they described was never physical, never located in their own b #Quote by Peggy Orenstein

#23. Oh really?" Megan said while waggling her eyebrows. "What skills are we talking about and which room are they useful in?" Ella rolled her eyes at her little sister. "Megan, you just single handedly set the women's movement back twenty years." "Oh, Ella, on the contrary. The women's movement involves many theories of women taking back their sexual prowess in the bedroom as a way to challenge the dominant alpha male in the relationship. Seeing women as sexual equals is a very relevant and useful tool for the advancement of the equality for women in all realms of society. #Quote by Anie Michaels

#24. There is no way to have a real relationship without becoming vulnerable to hurt. Christmas tells us that God became breakable and fragile. God became someone we could hurt. Why? To get us back ... No other religion-whethe r secularism, Greco-Roman paganism, Eastern religion, Judaism, or Islam-believes God became breakable or suffered or had a body. #Quote by Timothy Keller

#25. Sociologists argue that in contemporary Western society the marketplace has become so dominant that the consumer model increasingly characterizes most relationships that historically were covenantal, including marriage. Today we stay connected to people only as long as they are meeting our particular needs at an acceptable cost to us. When we cease to make a profit - that is, when the relationship appears to require more love and affirmation from us than we are getting back - then we "cut our loses" and drop the relationship. This has also been called "commodification," a process by which social relationships are reduced to economic exchange relationships, and so the very idea of "covenant" is disappearing in our culture. Covenant is therefore a concept increasingly foreign to us, and yet the Bible says it is the essence of marriage. #Quote by Timothy Keller

#26. The president(Obama) comparing him to a kid in the back of a classroom, I think, is very indicative of the president's lack of appreciation of who Vladimir Putin is. He's an old KGB colonel that has no illusions about our relationship, does not care about a relationship with the United States, continues to oppress his people, continues to act in an autocratic fashion. #Quote by John McCain

#27. The essential insight and consistent point of view of Islam is tawhid: the fundamental Oneness underlying all of existence. From the perspective of tawhid, everything is emerging from God, being sustained by God, and ultimately returning to God. This has profound significance for all of our experience within this existence. All areas of human knowledge are related to this fundamental, unifying Truth. Sufism is the science, the objective knowledge, of the souls relationship to God. This science describes an Origin, a downward arc of manifestation, and an upward arc of return. In the arc of manifestation, everything is coming down from God into successive levels of ever denser realities. In the arc of return, we recognize our Origin and begin the journey back toward its light. This essentially means that we ourselves must become more conscious of the light within ourselves.

[...]

The arc of return calls us to make a journey from darkness and toward the light. The immediate darkness we face around us is the imaginary world created by human ignorance, fear, self-righteousness, and hatred. We must not succumb to the mass heedlessness and self-hypnotism which presents itself to us, mostly through the mass media, as the so-called real world.
It is our responsibility to find and act upon the knowledge that can guide us in that journey. This means establishing the truth of tawhid within our own minds and hearts.

~ Essays and talks by Kabir Helmins #Quote by Kabir Edmund Helminski

#28. One day I realized that I really needed to stop losing myself in my work and in my addictions. What happens is you just wake up one morning and feel absolutely dead. You can't even drag your soul back into your body. You feel you have negated everything that is wonderful about life. When you have fallen that far, it feels like a miracle when you regain your love of life. That's when you can begin really looking for a relationship. When you can appreciate the whole concept of giving to someone, not just taking. #Quote by David Bowie

#29. When people ask about relationships, they always say, "How did you guys meet?" Not, "OMG, tell me about your third year! And when a relationship is in trouble, the desperate couple is always trying to recapture the magic of when they first met. The real tragedy is that, without time travel or amnesia, it's impossible to ever get back there. Which is why to most people, marriage is about as magical as watching David Copperfield make Claudia Schiffer disappear. #Quote by Shane Kuhn

#30. Are you sure you won't be too bored here, waiting for us to come back? We don't know how long our time with the Pythia will last; I hope you'll find something to do."
"Of course I will," I told him. "I'll be exploring Delphi."
"No you won't," my brothers responded in perfect unison. Then they took turns telling me exactly why I couldn't do what I wanted.
"You wouldn't be safe," Castor said.
"You'd get lost if you went wandering around the city on your own," Polydeuces added.
"It's too big."
"Too noisy."
"Too confusing."
"Too busy."
"You could run into the wrong sort of people."
"Dangerous types."
"But sneaky enough so you couldn't tell they're dangerous until it's too late."
"We're responsible for your safety."
"We have to know where you are at all times."
"It's not that we don't trust you, Helen."
"It's them."
"It's for your own good."
I flopped down on my bed. "Fine. Go. I'll stay here," I told the ceiling.
Castor and Polydeuces each grabbed one of my wrists and pulled me back to my feet. "I don't think so," Castor said, chuckling. "You'd stay here, all right. You'd stay here just until you saw us go into Apollo's temple, and then you'd be a little cloud of dust sailing out through the gates."
"You don't have to come with us," Polydeuces said. "But if you want to tour this city, you'll have to do it on our terms."
With that, he left me in Castor's company.
"Where's he go #Quote by Esther M. Friesner

#31. I know he makes mistakes, but basically he's a good kid," she told him. "Trust him, and trust yourself."
She looked so earnest, he thought, as aroused as he was amused.
"You're the one who shouldn't be trusting me," he told her, right before he kissed her.
As he lowered his mouth to hers, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. She leaned into him, her slender body warm and supple in his embrace. Her lips clung, then parted. When he swept inside, she was hot, sweet and more than willing to take him on.
The second his tongue touched hers, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he felt a shudder ripple through her body. He went from hard to ready to explode in two seconds.
The way they were next to each other on a log didn't allow him to explore her the way he wanted, so he broke the kiss and pulled her to her feet.
Phoebe went willingly, if a little unsteadily. When they were both standing, he pressed his mouth to her jaw before sliding to her neck.
She moaned and leaned back her head. Their lower bodies brushed against each other. When her belly came in contact with his erection, it was his turn to groan.
He slid one hand from her waist up to her breast and cupped the feminine curve. Even through the layers of her shirt and bra, he could feel her tight nipple. One sweep of his thumb against it had her gasping.
She touched his head and guided his mouth back to hers. This time when he entered her, she closed h #Quote by Susan Mallery