One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

Trust, is the stone thrown into the sea, sinking deep in all its murkiness, unable to see what it once lived and believed to be a promise.

So long there are women around, a cheater will cheat against his promise.

Trust is like a two-way mirror, transparent on one side, with a blind dimness unable to see through on the other side.

I have not the foresight to predict everything, Rogue.

Can you see the future, Kerbouchard?"
"Who would wish to? Our lives hold a veil between anticipation and horror. Anticipation is the carrot suspended before the jackass to keep him moving forward. Horror is what he would see if he took his eyes off the carrot.