Quotes About Distrust

The problem with a liar is that he doesn't believe anybody else is capable of telling the truth.

The problem with liars is they don't believe anyone is capable of telling the truth.

Sibling relationships — and 80 percent of Americans have at least one — outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.

Betrayal does that -- betrays the betrayer.

Mapleshade unsheathed her scarlet, broken claws. "Leave me alone," she rasped, forcing herself to lift her head and glare at her companion. "I don't need anyone.

With a shock like a plunge into icy water, Leafstar realized that she no longer trusted her deputy.

If Graystripe is a traitor," she meowed, with all the ice of leaf-bare in her voice, "then he's just the same as the rest of you. The Clan is full of traitors, so one more won't make any difference.

ShadowClan is turning into a bunch of fox-hearts." Bluefur

Thank StarClan I'm not. You're about as much use as a dead fox. Very well, Darkstripe, do as you like.

Your secret has been like a maggot eating away inside an apple

The subtext of all table manners is the fear that the man next to you may pull his knife on you.

He hadn't imagined a world in which one hundred percent of the people he investigated were up to no good.

A little bit of suspicion is a dangerous thing; a drop from a pipette of poison into a bucket of otherwise clean water.

You don't get to be a senior investigating officer unless you have a degree in scepticism, an MA in distrust and your CV lists suspicious bastard under your hobbies.

Unanimity makes me itchy. It almost always hides a grave. I started digging.

I know that a man who tries to convert me to any cause is actually at work on his own conversion, unless he is looking for funds under the mask of some fancied nobility.

Before becoming headmaster of Eton, Claude Elliott had taught history at Cambridge University, despite an ingrained distrust of academics and an aversion to intellectual conversation. But the long university vacations gave him plenty of time for mountain climbing.

Colonel Vivian had convinced himself that Ivor Montagu's enthusiasm for Ping-Pong was a cover for something more sinister.

human behaviour, if scrutinized sufficiently intensely, can begin to seem suspicious:

Paranoia is born of propaganda, ignorance, secrecy and fear.

Experience has taught me never to trust a policeman. Just when you think one's all right, he turns legit.

James shows his feelings so liberally that they come at a discount, and their value diminishes. When he says he loves me, usually in a threatening way, the statement always seems to beg for reciprocation. I guess he cries wolf. More or less sobs it. One could argue that everything James says is merely the word "wolf" in one language or another.

I should warn you—he's not at all respectful of you," she wrote. I suspected that was an understatement.

There is no way to convince someone that you don't hate him or her. You can convince him or her, however, that your opposition is a liar and a hater. When