Quotes About Suspicion

Murky language means someone wants to pick your pocket.

Beware of shadows bearing gifts.

The notion of freedom could make even peace and order seem oppressive, generate the suspicion of some hidden purpose, some vast deceit, some unspecified crime being perpetrated beyond human ken. That was a generous way of looking at it; the alternative was to acknowledge that humans were intrinsically conflicted, cursed with acquisitive addictions of the spirit.

One conversation, here on the surface, yet another beneath. The priest and the mage are playing games, the entwining of suspicion with knowledge. Heboric sees a pattern, his plundering of ghostly lives gave him what he needed, and I think he's telling Kulp that the mage himself is closer to that pattern than he might imagine. "Here, wielder of Meanas, take my invisible hand…" Felisin

Paranoia's the assassin's bedmate

Life stumbles on – although the exception is none other than Kruppe himself, for whom life dances. Extraordinary, how such truth rubs so many so wrongly; why, can one's very existence prove sufficient for such inimical outrage? Seems it can, oh yes, most certainly. There are always those, dear friend, for whom a wink is an insult, a smile a taunt. For whom humour alone is cause for suspicion, as if laughter was sly contempt.

Quick Ben. You snake-eyed shifty know-it-all bastard from the bung-hole of Seven Cities. I never liked you. Never trusted you, even when I had to. The things you know about, why I—

You have barred the doors caged the windows every portal sealed to the outside world, and now you find what you feared most - there are killers and they are in the House.

The prince is blind to subtlety. He knows his own ignorance and stupidity so is ever suspicious of others, especially when they say things he does not understand. One cannot negotiate when dragged in the wake of emotions.

Stay away from the government.

I'd always suspected that the Bill of Rights occasionally had a "liberal" interpretation.

Certitude is not evidence of truth. Nor does repetition make it true. If anything, repetition should make you suspicious. Truth always stands up to scrutiny on its merits.

The rule was "No autopsy, no foul."

For his own reasons, Othman objected to those who sought to govern the movements of others of his kind. His movements, after all, would always be considered suspect. His heart went out to the Murkasters. He felt he knew exactly what had happened to them, and it was not a flight into exile.

I'm worried about Daniel. If what Emma suspects is true, and Othman was at Low Mede last night…" "Daniel wasn't there. There's nothing to worry about." "If Louis was telling the truth. You know Othman was interested in talking to Daniel." "Owen, you're paranoid!" Lily said. "What are you afraid of? That Pev has seduced your beloved?

Trust you?" Varencienne laughed coldly. "I would as soon trust a shadow on the wind.

You look furtive, my dear. I hope you haven't done any interfering in that quarter as well.

Daniel was in danger, he was sure of it, and Othman was involved.

I would prefer to be liked by a woman who looks like her, Varencienne thought. She looks interesting, yet she is jealous of me, perhaps in the same way Bayard is jealous of Palindrake. How will this end? Will I win her over, or will she destroy me, push me from the battlements, poison me, or have me killed by a brigand? Perhaps we will always be enemies until we are old, or perhaps she will marry and move away.

Othman told me things about us-he thinks, or knows, there's something different about us. He wants us, Lil. Don't flatter yourself he's in love with you, or anything. He wants more than that-from both of us. So don't go falling for him. It could be dangerous.

When he'd first looked at the painting, Othman had felt a charge of shock course through his flesh. The woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and some part of him knew her. Still, he was wary of approaching her. The long, knowing eyes seemed to trace his passage around the room.

The woman directed a scorching gaze at Barbara and Othman, hardly bothering to disguise the suspicion in her eyes that here was a moneyed middle-aged housewife out with her bit of rough. The suspicion was peppered with resentment and envy disguised as scorn.

There was something about the swagger in her walk that alerted him. What was Sofia's agenda?

Scandal, you know, in a small community like this, breeds all manner of intrigue.