Quotes About Suspicion

Why do I get the feeling that to say "fancy meeting you here" would hardly be apt? Sharks can smell blood from miles away, I hear.

No offense, but I have an unpleasant suspicion that regardless of the direction in which we set out, we are bound for only one destination." "And what destination is that?" Hugh asked politely. "Trouble," Dunstan muttered. "It is always good to be in familiar territory, is it not?

Another reason she was wary around him was that he was simply too bloody damned clever. Frantically

No one gets away with committting murder on the premises." "No exceptions?" she asked. His smile was as cold as his eyes. "One exception." "You," she said. "Me." She took a short, tight breath. "But you didn't kill Gloria Maitland," she said. "What makes you so sure I didn't murder her?" "You're a magician. You would have done a better job of it.

The hang-up calls both annoyed and unsettled her. There had been a lot of them lately, and when she checked the caller ID, the numbers were all unavailable. Telemarketers, most likely.

A good trick is to fill your medicine cabinet with marbles. Nothing announces a nosey guest better than an avalanche of marbles hitting a porcelain sink. Plus you'll know which guest is a junkie whore or gutter hype, and you'll know what else to hide. Count your stash or remove the labels from your prescription bottles.

The sound of a car door opening in front of you is similar to the sound of a gun being cocked.

Paranoids are the only ones who notice things anymore.

Gracious goodness! Your guardian seems to me to be a thorough scoundrel." "Then you know—" "What?" "Oh! don't ask me to tell you that! — but I would rather die than find myself alone with him again.

There are certain persons for whom pure Truth is a poison.

I'd like you to meet my new girlfriend," said Erik. "I think someone's trying to kill her.

The Obsidian Order?" I asked. "What do you know about us?" "Nothing." "That's a good start.

I'd seen the movie 'Paranormal Activity' and was convinced for weeks that it was real.

Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

It's really weird watching the government watch me.

In Europe, I am an outsider. I don't really understand anything that I am seeing. I can be welcomed into people's homes, I can be met with suspicion, I can be taken somewhere else altogether. There is always wonderment there for me, even if the person I am photographing may not see it or be aware of it.

The world's a jungle in my eyes, innit? Everything's tribal. If you see someone who don't look like you - especially the colour of your skin - you're going to be suspicious, or not as welcoming or warming, innit? I've learned not to take it too personal.

It was a proof of Welsh good nature: so long as I had a friend that knew and could introduce me, the whole Welsh people would do anything to entertain, and would even neglect their business to do so. But as a stranger in Wales, it is difficult to break through their suspicion and mistrust.

We have a lot of suspicion of robots in the West. But if you look cross-culturally, that isn't true. In Japan, in their science fiction, robots are seen as good. They have Astro Boy, this character they've fallen in love with and he's fundamentally good, always there to help people.

Therefore, the observation must be explicitly made: In the Middle East and in the Muslim world, suspicions linger concerning the objectives of the West and notably the US.

We planted bugs, microphones, in premises which interested us in the West. We weren't too successful - I would have said unfortunately in former years, but I don't care anymore now.

Many journalists are influenced by a myopic multiculturalism that is suspicious of anything Western, while giving the benefit of the doubt to non-Western societies.

In a lot of Western science fiction, you need some form of conflict, whether it's aliens or robots. I think in Western culture, being more suspicious of science, and hubris, you'll see a lot of fear of creating something that goes out of control.

I used to hide behind doors pretending to be a mouse listening to the grown up's conversations. I always wanted to hear them plotting peoples deaths so I could dob them in to the police. unfortunately there were no murderers in my family.