Quotes About Suspicion

Gay men and gay women, meanwhile, have a famous amount of suspicion towards people who claim to be 'bisexual'. The 'B' in LGBT

We have grown accustomed to thinking of our democracy as a good thing, and it surprises us to learn that the founding fathers of our nation were deeply suspicious of democracy and tried to place whatever restraints on it they could. They established a constitutional republic, not a democracy, and it is a sign of our current ignorance that we do not even know the difference between the two. This

The first lesson that a healthy Christian theocracy would have to learn is to be deeply suspicious of their own lofty pretensions.

The TSA must think we're mushrooms. You know, the way they are trying to keep us in the dark, and the way they keep feeding us a fertilizing agent that comes from the south end of a north-bound cow.

Police can get you for any reason, so when you go in a building and it's red/white/blue everywhere, it makes you wonder if someone's going to jump out with handcuffs. When you say "I'm just here for the job" the cop throws you a meth, and you catch it, and then he snaps on the handcuffs. "You're arrested. Meth. It's time to come downtown.

Every year in my life, I trust fewer and fewer people.

You don't care if I'm guilty or not. You gonna make sure I go to jail for life.

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

When neighbors ran into each other, they did not stop to chat but just nodded and hurried on. Everyone felt vulnerable, and no one wanted to say anything that would cause trouble. We

Serial murder is very uncommon, Peter,' said Charles. 'But the major

Three weeks ago a man who had called himself Lee H. Oswald had rented Box 6225.

There was word that a Secret Service man and a Dallas policeman were dead—so the plot must be widespread.

headquarters said that Lee Harvey Oswald was probably a communist. He had spent years in Russia;

Oswald followed his road of innocence, slightly hurt that Fritz could think a young fellow at a movie could be involved in a thing like murder.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

A cop friend downstate had once described what he called the 'pucker effect,' the body's automatic response when something just wasn't right. He wasn't talking about the lips; the puckering happened farther south, and every cop learned to trust that instinct.

It is better to rely on one's self alone. In my cat-life, all our training is founded on suspicion. I can see that it is just the same in the life of men. Those who confide in others are only betrayed. It is better to keep silent and to be treacherous one's self.

Os olhos, por enquanto, são a porta do engano; duvide deles, dos seus, não de mim.

Reconhecer que somos irmãos é sempre suspeito, quando esse reconhecer envolve, de nossa parte, a aceitação de condições duras e, da outra parte, não envolve nada além de palavras

I reached into my bag and pulled out a pumpkin spice muffin with walnuts that was as moist as anything. "It can be plain for breakfast or I can top it with cream cheese frosting. I like a muffin that can go from day to evening." I gave it to her. She sniffed it, nodded, and held it up. "How do I know you're not trying to poison me?" I wasn't expecting that question. "Ms. Morningstar, I swear, if I was going to poison you, I wouldn't ruin a perfectly fine muffin to do it.

Owen took a step forward, blocking Blackjack's path. For the first time, Trace noticed Owen was wearing his badge above his heart. "You don't want to make yourself any more of a suspect than you already are," Owen said. Blackjack made a dismissive sound. "Don't pull that Texas Ranger bullshit with me, son. I diapered your bottom." "You've never touched a diaper in your life," Owen countered.

each of us from the seance stood alone. Like so many pillars of salt, we had tried to look back and failed. And in the eyes of the others who shared the pale, flat sky with us, there was sometimes suspicion, sometimes a little fear.

He peered up the stairs. "Want to go first? Or last?" Debbie looked behind her. "Neither, but I suppose if I have to, I'll be first. I don't want something creeping up behind me." "I wish you wouldn't say dumb things like that!" Jeff shouted. He let her climb the stairs first, but he edged up sideways, one eye on the stairs behind them.