Quotes About Distrust

I think, immediately, that there is something wrong with us, perhaps unfixable, if my husband wouldn't think to tell me this. Sometimes I feel it's his personal game, that he's in some sort of undeclared contest for impenetrability.

What have we done to eachother?

I'm always looking for a reason to disregard.

She was a worst-case scenarist on a grand scale. Because it was never just that the door was unlocked, it was that the door was unlocked, and men were inside, and they were waiting to rape and kill her.

But she did invite me to her house, and women like that don't invite over women like me unless they want something.

No soy un mentiroso del deslumbrante calibre de Amy, pero no se me da mal cuando es necesario.

What have we done to each other? What will we do?

I was sometimes as guilty of playing the figure-me-out game as Amy was.

And every single person in this case lies, is lying, did lie.

My husband is the most loyal man on this planet until he's not.

Se interrumpe, sé que está a punto de mentir. Es la peor sensación: cuando tienes que esperar y armarte de valor para la mentira.

A veces me pregunto si esa es la raíz de su desprecio por mí: permite que vea sus defectos y me odia por conocerlos.

I was suspicious immediately. Be abidingly suspicious of any teenage male who is mannerly, respectful, and absent attitude. That kid is up to something. Guaranteed

Never was a government that was not composed of liars, malefactors, and thieves. —Marcus Tullius Cicero (106–43 BC)

An entire week of drawn shades was evidence enough to send her flying around with reports that as soon as it got dark they pulled their shades down and put on the lights. Heads nodded in knowing unison—a definite sign. If doubt was voiced with a "But I pull my shades down at night too," a whispered "Yeah, but you're not that way" was argument enough to win them over.

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, I'll conk you with this pet carrier!

Once a country is habituated to liars, it takes generations to get the truth back.

I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the possibility of love dying.

Perhaps the sexual life is the great test. If we can survive it with charity to those we love and with affection to those we have betrayed, we needn't worry so much about the good and the bad in us. But jealousy, distrust, cruelty, revenge, recrimination ... then we fail. The wrong is in that failure even if we are the victims and not the executioners. Virtue is no excuse.

one gets so hopelessly tired of deception.

The dead were to be envied. It was the living who had to suffer from loneliness and distrust.

Henry added with apparent anxiety, 'You're wet through, Sarah. One day you'll catch your death of cold.' A cliché with its popular wisdom can sometimes fall through a conversation like a note of doom, yet even if we had known he spoke the truth, I wonder if either of us would have felt any genuine anxiety for her break through our nerves, distrust, and hate.

But jealousy, distrust, cruelty, revenge, recrimination … then we fail. The wrong is in that failure even if we are the victims and not the executioners. Virtue is no excuse.

he distrusted any man who showed so little sign of employment.