Quotes About Distrust

The hardest thing is that you can't trust people now. You just can't.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

We are a nation of fence-sitters, face-flatterers and back-biters.

wanted Mam to be like Susan. I didn't really trust Susan not to be like Mam.

I wanted Mam to be like Susan. I didn't really trust Susan not to be like Mam.

And are you suspicious of me? (Maggie) Woman, I'm suspicious of anyone who acts altruistically. I've only known a handful of people in my entire life who were actually kind. The vast majority of people only help others when they know it'll benefit them in some manner. (Sin)

Even before I went to the stable to find your men dead, I knew them for villains. (Lutian) Oh, and what made you think that? The swords in their hands? (Christian)

I can hire someone to guard me. (Rowena) Never trust a hired man. If they'll serve you for one price, they'll gladly serve another for a higher one. (Stryder)

Do you know what a friend is, milord? (Emily) An enemy in disguise. (Draven)

It's official. Trust is dead.

They tried to believe in their classmates. They must have believed that if we could all get together, then we might end up being saved. We should commend them for that. We couldn't do that.

There's no end to suspicion once you get going.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I'm a bleeping idiot.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.

Is there no saving what betrays itself?

Lies, my dear boy, can easily be recognized. There are two kind of them: those with short legs, and those with long noses. Your kind have long noses.

The confusion between these two diverse human activities—inventing stories and following traces in order to find something—is the origin of the incomprehension and distrust of science shown by a significant part of our contemporary culture. The separation is a subtle one: the antelope hunted at dawn is not far removed from the antelope deity in that night's storytelling. The

Deep down, I'm afraid you're correct," Sister Eileen said finally. "But I can hardly bear the thought of someone we know being a murderer." "Eileen," Mary Helen said bluntly, "every murderer is someone somebody knows." The

But when you slink around without a stitch of clothes, wielding that nasty-looking knife, aren't you afraid you might miss your target and lop off something else by mistake?" If he didn't know better, he would swear Calera was trying to make amends for biting his head off. Ah, the woman mystified him. She could change moods like the wind switching direction. "A while ago, I had the impression you preferred that I lop something off

Suspicion is a heavy armor—'" "'And with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

And there is nothing more terrifying than realizing the one who knows you best loves you least.

Are you fucking kidding me, you lying thieving hairy-legged beast?

When you have cat stealers over for tea, you clean the house, buy bagels and cream cheese, and try to figure out how to trap your guests in a lie.

She couldn't let him get close. He would let her down. She knew it. And when that happened, she would be worse off than before. Better to keep her heart closed, safe. Guarded.