Confiding Quotes

“Ladies tell their nurses things in a sudden burst of confidence, and then, afterwards, they feel uncomfortable about it and wish they hadn't! It's only human nature.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder in Mesopotamia

“Very unlikely people, you know, will share confidences with each other if they think the other person understands. A prisoner who won't tell a guard anything will thaw immediately if he's put in a cell with another man in for the same crime. And doctors who would bite off their own tongues before showing indecision to a patient will tell another doctor about how little they know and how frightened they are. I've seen it happen many times. It's how spies work.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“You want to know what I did to make him raise me up?' I ask, leaning toward her, close enough that she can feel the warmth of my breath. 'I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn't do exactly what I wanted.'

'Liar,' she hisses.

'If you're such good friends,' I say, repeating her own words back to her with malicious satisfaction, 'why don't you ask him?”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Feyre,' he said- softly enough that I faced him again. 'Why?' He tilted his head to the side. 'You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras...' Even in the darkened hallway, his usually bright eyes were shadowed. 'So why?'

I took a step closer to him, my blood-covered feet sticking to the rug. I glanced down the stairs to where I could still see the prone form of the faerie and the stumps of his wings.

'Because I wouldn't want to die alone,' I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. 'Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie.' I swallowed hard, my throat painfully tight. 'I regret what I did to Andras,' I said, the words so strangled they were no more than a whisper. 'I regret that there was... such hate in my heart. I wish I could undo it- and... I'm sorry. So very sorry.'

I couldn't remember the last time- if ever- I'd spoken to anyone like that. But he just nodded and turned away, and I wondered if I should say more, if I should kneel and beg for his forgiveness. If he felt such grief, such guilt, over a stranger, than Andras... By the time I opened my mouth, he was already down the steps.

I watched him- watched every movement he made, the muscles of his body visible through that blood-soaked tunic, watched that invisible weight bearing down on his shoulders. He didn't look at me as he scooped up the broken body and carried it to the garden doors beyond my line of sight. I went to the window at the top of the stairs, watching as Tamlin carried the faerie through the moonlit garden and into the rolling fields beyond. He never once glanced back.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.”
― Rene Denfeld, The Enchanted

“I always knew I would cope with everything better myself. Confiding in others is not ideal”
― Reham Khan, Reham Khan

“His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor.

'What do you want?' I demanded.

'A moment of peace and quiet,' he snapped, rubbing his temples.

I paused. 'From what?'

He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. 'From this mess.'

I sat up farther on my pallet of hay. I'd never seen him so candid.

'That damned bitch is running me ragged,' he went on and dropped his hands from his temples to lean his head against the wall. 'You hate me. Imagine how you'd feel if I made you serve in my bedroom. I'm High Lord of the Night Court- not her harlot.'

So the slurs were true. And I could imagine very easily how much I would hate him- what it would do to me- to be enslaved to someone like that. 'Why are you telling me this?'

The swagger and nastiness were gone. 'Because I'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk.' He let out a low laugh. 'How absurd: a High Lord of Prythian and a -'

'You can leave if you're just going to insult me.'

'But I'm so good at it.' He flashed one of his grins. I glared at him, but he sighed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I sometimes wonder if I shall ever have the courage to go out there again. I fear every day that I won't.'

Nesta's smile slid away. She considered her words before she said, 'I feel the same.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I have busted my gut to learn how to make people open up. Meyer was born with it. A loving empathy shines out of those little bright-blue eyes. Strangers tell him things they wouldn't tell their husband or their priest.”
― John D. MacDonald, The Dreadful Lemon Sky

“When you tell your trouble to your neighbour you present him with a part of your heart. If he possesses a great soul, he thanks you; if he possesses a small one, he belittles you.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Wisdom of Gibran: Aphorisms and Maxims

“I thought that when I spilled on secret, the rest would come tumbling after, but openness is a habit you form over time, and not a switch you flip whenever you want to, I’m finding.”
― Veronica Roth, Four: A Divergent Story Collection

“Lower your expectations from others, and raise your self reliance.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain