Quotes About Suspicion

As women, we have been taught either to ignore our differences, or to view them as causes for separation and suspicion rather than as forces for change. Without community there is no liberation, only the most vulnerable and temporary armistice between an individual and her oppression. But community must not mean a shedding of our differences, nor the pathetic pretense that these differences do not exist.

We have been taught to suspect this resource, vilified, abused, and devalued within western society.

After Olestra (may cause anal leakage), people are a tad suspicious about products that do things that are too good to be true in the natural world. I tell this to the account people, and they say, But it comes from trees! To which I reply, Yes and so does napalm and rubber cement. But that doesn't mean I'm going to spread them on my English muffin.

Witchcraft tied up loose ends, accounting for the arbitrary, the eerie, and the unneighborly.

evaded her, and she sensed they did not believe her

She scared me a little bit," recalled Harry King. "There was something about her that made me feel uneasy. I used to say it to Way: 'She has a demon inside of her.

The man waxed his mustache. In Sebastian's book, that was never a good sign.

Aristarchus suspected that this was the case and believed that the stars we see in the night sky are actually nothing more than distant suns.

Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.

No one likes to see a government folder with his name on it.

I hated school. I don't trust anybody who looks back on the years from 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there's something really wrong with you.

first the smiles, then the lies. Last comes gunfire.

Hadn't somebody said that perfect paranoia and perfect awareness were the same thing?

She looks like the type that might freak out. It's something in the eyes, Frannie. It says if you shoot my sacred cows, I'll shoot yours.

Everybody trusts a guy in a raincoat. I don't know why. It's just one of those mystery facts.

Snakes hide in grass, people behind their lies.

I love the intellectual type. They know everything and suspect nothing.

We must understand love; we must be able to teach it, to create it, to predict it, or else the world is lost to hostility and to suspicion.

I don't feel anti-love. I feel suspicious of love, and I feel suspicious of what it means to be in love. And I also feel suspicious of what it means to feel pretend love for someone.

A character I would love to play is Iago, from Othello.

I will never eat another pancake that appears out of nowhere.

Check his wheelchair for anthrax and ammunition

I pressed my ear against the door, trying to work out if it was safe to knock, feeling furtive, as if it were I who was at fault. But all I could hear was music and muffled conversation.

They were talking about me, I was sure of it. And I couldn't for the life of me imagine why. I continued inspecting the asparagus, early peas, and summer squash—produce that my mother had, as usual, commissioned me to procure for the tavern.