Quotes About Suspicion

More likely she was in there injecting my toothpaste with strychnine.

Pauline let out a loud groan. "Everybody thinks everybody is the killer. The lady at the 7-Eleven says it's that guy Sam from the Gill Creek Maritime Museum, because he has sinister eyebrows. I think it's Liam." Liam stared into the fire. "I did it with s'more sticks.

What better foundation for an alliance than mutual hatred and suspicion?

There was something too extraordinary in the appearance of this man, too singular in his conduct, to pass unnoticed by the visitors. He. was of a tall thin figure, bending forward from the shoulders; of a sallow complexion, and harsh features, and had an eye, which, as it looked up from the cloke that muffled the lower part of his countenance, seemed expressive of uncommon ferocity.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

The only clue I had was that my dog (who liked everyone) didn't like Ted at all. Whenever he bent over my desk at the Crisis Clinic, she growled and the hackles on her neck stood up. The lesson is clear: Pay attention to your dog!

So, marriage, Miss Warren?" The suspicion that her expression was as vapid as her brainless hound's sparked a revival of spirit. "Is that a proposal?" He laughed comfortably and tucked her closer. The delicious scent of clean male enveloped her. "No." "Good." "When I propose, you'll be in no doubt of my intentions." Even

Relations between people were conditioned by the fact that one or other of you could be one of them. Everyone suspected everyone else, and the mistrust this bred was the foundation of social existence. Miriam could have been denounced

She felt herself alone, lost like a stranger in some fantastic country whose language and mode of life were alike incomprehensible, surrounded by enemies in an atmosphere of suspicion and perpetually lurking, unimaginable dangers.

Unlike other dictators, Stalin and his satraps never made the mistake of believing themselves beloved -- on the contrary they saw plots under every stone.

His few friends and his former teachers might be watched, as well as his brothers and those dearest to him. The entire city, a dragnet. And he was already in it. He had to slip though its meshes. But by now he was really done in.

Are you hero enough to unite yourself to one whom you know to be suspected and despised by all around you, and identify your interests and your honour with hers? Think! it is a serious thing.

His sisters were not happy, laughing girls. Dorie watched the world with wary suspicion and had not uttered a sound in the four months since he'd recovered them. And Cassie carried a knife strapped to her thigh. A child of fourteen. Those facts alone spoke volumes.

She waited until Jeremy's footsteps receded. "I didn't know you had a brother." "Now you do." He continued writing. "Do you have any other siblings?" "No." "Parents?" "I didn't crawl out of Hell, if that's what you are asking.

Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell of a lot to do with hell and suspicion of the eye and the religious objects and how I mourned them when they were made obscene by my dwarf-heart's doodle.

Who shot you?" For a moment he looked annoyed. "I fail to see what that's got to do with anything. Reading assures me that anyone who's ever met me would have reason to shoot me, so I must admit with all candor that I have no idea. Was it you?" "If I'd shot you I wouldn't have missed," she said. "Was that wishful thinking or are you in fact a practiced shot?" "Desire would have made up for lack of expertise.

Dans leur dos

Il m'appelait tous les jours d'une cabine téléphonique, pour ne pas éveiller les soupçons de la fille avec qui il vivait.

If it sounds too good to be true, it is.

It's so funny, I've done so many projects where I've been interrogated. I guest starred on almost every hour drama, and I'm always the guy they think is the bad guy but then they find out is not.

I didn't do it, nobody saw me do it, there's no way you can prove anything!

It was as though Banquo had turned host.

For Guy the news quickened the sickening suspicion he had tried to ignore, had succeeded in ignoring more often than not in his service in the Halberdiers; that he was engaged in a war in which courage and a just cause were quite irrelevant to the issue.

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.