Quotes About Distrust

You're the second guy I've met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail.

Marlowe," he said, even more earnestly, "I'll try hard, but I don't think I am going to like you." "I'm screaming," I said. "With rage and pain.

We looked at each other with the clear innocent eyes of a couple of used car salesmen.

thinking. Maybe it would be better if you called the police." "Call them yourself. I haven't anything to tell then." "You want me to?

Informants can be helpful, but they are never infallible. All tools can break, or be turned into weapons.

A small bad intention is often far more easily believed than a big one, Magnificence

Cynicism is, first of all, a style of presenting oneself, and more than anything, cynics take pride in not being fooled and not being foolish. But in the forms in which I encounter it, cynicism is frequently both of those things.

The story of Cassandra, the woman who told the truth but was not believed, is not nearly as embedded in our culture as that of the Boy Who Cried Wolf—that is, the boy who was believed the first few times he told the same lie. Perhaps it should be.

Generations of women have been told they are delusional, confused, manipulative, malicious, conspiratorial, congenitally dishonest, often all at once.

Siddalee looked at me like: You liar, Daddy, you big liar. I don't know why I'm thinking

If you think someone is seriously on the prod for your ass, it keeps you awake.

Die Definition eines Arschlochs ist ein Mensch, der nicht glaubt, was er sieht.

The heart that is conscious of its own integrity is ever slow to credit another´s treachery.

Men like Crawford mistrusted Keynes because his views were unconfused. Throughout his life Keynes produced unimpeachable facts and figures, clear analyses, direct solutions and trenchant practical advice all based on the nitty-gritty of his subject, which were discounted by officials, politicians and bankers who dismissed him as academic, theoretical, quixotic, impractical. To them his clarity seemed too good to be true.

All men were liars and he was no doubt no different—only one tongue and more tales than the dog pound.

It seems lies come very easily to your race. They lie to those they lead, to their mates and fellows no matter how close- drawn, even to themselves if it will make the world around them more bearable. It is hard to know what to believe in this place." Something

He seems to think I'm about five, the way he's treating me.' Lizzie took the lantern and placed in on a table. 'I don't suppose you had anything to do with that, didn't you?' 'Oh no,' I said, eyes round and innocent.

poets seem able to turn bad love – selfish, shitty love – into good love poetry. Prose writers lack this power of admirable, dishonest transformation. We can only turn bad love into prose about bad love. So we are envious (and slightly distrustful) when poets talk to us of love.

Once bitten, twice shy; twice bitten, forever shy.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

Unable to suspect others, unable to believe in others, one would to live in a suspended state, a state of bankrupt human relations, as if one were looking into a mirror that reflects nothing.

It's a real handicap to have a face with shifty eyes.

The pleasure of deceiving would fade to a shadow before the anxiety of being deceived.