Quotes About Distrust

That's all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.

A man who doesn't trust cannot be trusted

God damn every one of you two-faced motherfuckers.

Red Cap gave my shoulder a squeeze . I felt like an orange. "If you're trying to get juice out of me," I said, "it's not going to work.

Mila was right. This case was fishy. In fact, it smelled like Sea World.

shoot anybody that comes into view." "what about you?" "no, don't shoot me.

When someone is always looking over their shoulder, they're more likely to trip.

When someone is always looking over their shoulder, they're more likely to trip.

When you let the wolves guard the hen house, there's bound to be a few chicken dinners.

I am not unused to being confronted with my ow lies, but those of others never fail to throw me for a loop.

I wish I hadn't become so conscious of everything. Once I wouldn't have noticed: now every conversation, every encounter with a person seems like crossing a mined field; and why can't I accept that one's closest friends at moments stick a knife in, deep, between the ribs?

There were always eyes. A little tailor on his way home from a movie. A waitress in a drive-in. A butcher-boy on a bicycle. A room clerk with a wet pointed nose. A detective's wife who was alert, too alert. Whose eyes saw too much. There were always eyes but they didn't see. He had proved it.

He wanted to know about her. But he couldn't ask questions, not open questions. She was like him; she'd lie.

To save our friends' nerves, I suggest we meet on a plane of brutal courtesy. It need not interfere with our mutual distrust." -Francis Crawford of Lymond

The trouble about Mr Crawford,' said Kate, 'is that he puts up with his enemies and plays merry hell with his friends.

Two men who dislike each other never notice the third on their backs.

We may lack some polish,' he said. 'But distrust the society which displays overmuch dangerous charm.

He could have covered my mouth,' said Jerott indignantly, sitting up with great success and giving Salablanca his hand. 'He didn't want blood-poisoning,' said Lymond callously. 'Also he didn't know you're so damned slow with a knife.…

Austin said, 'He is very plausible. I believed him when he gave me his oath.' 'Never do that,' said Richard flatly.

When the girl sitting at the next table looked away from a moment, Dirk leaned over and took her coffee. He knew that he was perfectly safe doing this because she would simply not be able to believe that this had happened.

What I notice is that everybody's kind of accusing everybody else of actingthese days. Know what I mean? Kind of, uh, not being genuine. Nobody believes the identities we've made for ourselves. I feel like everybody in the world is fake now - as though people had true cores once, but hucked them away and replaced them with something more attractive but also hollow.

I don't trust them but I'm learning to use them.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.