Quotes About Suspicion

My generation feels it has been lied to a great deal.

I don't consider myself to be that credulous.

I really want to do a dark character. Not really a bad guy, but someone dark and mysterious. Where everyone says, 'Ooh, it has to be her!' and at the end you find out it isn't. Just someone who looks guilty.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

I don't trust anyone anymore," he said. "This is what the war has taught me, not to trust." He shifted his hands to grip the handles of the crutches and moved away.

Once you realized that everyone with whom you associated was, potentially, happy to literally stab you in the back, all the wondering just . . . went away.

It was never a big leap from unfamiliar to suspected

If he says there's nothing wrong with them, then there most certainly is something wrong with them.

You've got a wolf slobbering all over your hand. These wolf men are charmers and I don't trust any of them, especially the one holding your hand, further than I can throw them.

What kind of spell did I put over you?" he asked gently, his voice that pure, mesmerizing, hypnotic cadence she couldn't seem to resist. "How should I know?" she asked petulantly. "For all I know, you studied with Merlin." She regarded him with suspicion. "You didn't, did you?" "Actually, honey, he was my apprentice," he said. She put both hands over her ears

You look like hell," she observed. "I can't call the coast guard because you ripped out my VHF. I'm going to have to get you to shore as fast as possible." He held up his hand. "No. I can't be seen." He forced a trembling note into his voice. "I think someone's trying to kill me." "That's a shocker," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Mikhail glanced at Gregori, shrugged, then followed suit. None of this was to his liking. Gregori was a time bomb waiting to explode. And only God knew what Jacques was capable of. It seemed the worst possible time to confront an enemy, just as they were weakening from the light of day.

Vittorio Ferraro stood in the shadows, his skin crawling with the need to move. Something was wrong. Not just wrong. Whatever his churning gut was about, he'd never quite felt the urgency of finding the source of the trouble as he did right then.

He was very leery of things that didn't add up, and she was one of them.

Shea eyed him warily. "You aren't getting ready to bite me again, are you? I've got to tell you, there isn't a place on my body that isn't sore." She flashed him a wan smile. "Just out of curiosity, your rabies shots are up to date, aren't they?

If what you suspect is true, perhaps we need to conduct a search for likely candidates. We could take out single ads in newspapers across the world for all Carpathians." "Your woman would like that," Gregori agreed.

He simply watched her curiously with his black, fathomless eyes. Shea eyed him warily. "You aren't getting ready to bite me again, are you? I've got to tell you, there isn't a place on my body that isn't sore." She flashed him a wan smile. "Just out of curiosity, your rabies shots are up to date, aren't they?

His cousin would be immediately suspicious she was an assassin come to kill him. He wouldn't have minded so much. His cat was content, and at that moment so was he. It would have been a good moment to go out.

Now, Raven." "Don't you now-Raven me. That brother of yours, worm that he is, male chauvinist unequaled in modern times, told you something he didn't tell me, didn't he?" Leaning back with studied casualness, Jacques tipped his chair to a precarious angle and raised an eyebrow. "Women have vivid imaginations. I think you have a suspicious nature due to your American upbringing.

So we've gone from 'Don't trust anyone over thirty' to 'Don't drink any Scotch under thirty'? Is this what's become of your revolution?

Not for reasons unknown!" Ripley said, again. One more time, she thought. The more she told her story, the less they seemed to believe it, and the more terrible it became to her. "I told you, we set down there on company orders to get this thing which destroyed my crew. And your expensive ship.

The naive and simple are seldom as naive and simple as they seem, and this suspicion is reinforced by those who proclaim their own naïveté and simplicity.

BARABAS: For religion Hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

I am convinced by the events of the last few weeks that nefarious forces of people--unidentified but no less real--are threatening life as we know it, and in fact, may be bent on unraveling the very fabric of our existence.