Quotes About Distrust

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

Please don't continually say I'm paranoid. Why? It makes me paranoid.

When has the government ever told anyone the truth?

So you send other people into the camps, he thought, to get your husband out. It sounds like a typical police deal. It's probably the truth

Take warn­ing, Miller! The Board has reports on your eccentricities.

This guy—Joe whatever—hasn't even got the right expression on his face; he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic look, as if he believed in nothing and yet somehow had absolute faith. Yes, that's how they are. They're not idealists like Joe and me; they're cynics with utter faith.

Rick said, "I'll find out from Harry Bryant." He felt irritable; office gossip annoyed him because it always proved better than the truth.

I don't trust him. You know, he's crazy. And when you're around him you're crazy too.

If he finds out I'm a chickenhead he won't talk to me; that's always the way it is for some reason. I wonder why?

know it's my psychosis, he said to himself, but I still don't want to get caught.

At least that was what she had told me. You never know with women. What they tell you and what they don't tell you is a very long bridge across a very wide river with all kinds of fish.

Telling organized lies helps some politicians win and stay in office, where they use bad information to make poor decisions. They generate new conspiracies and deepen public distrust, and then voters go back to the polls on election day equipped with even more grievances and less information.

She had asked: What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer. When she saw the answer, she relaxed at once.

She was afraid of John Faa, and what she was most afraid of was his kindness.

If you thought for one moment that I would release my daughter into the care ? the care! ? of a body of men with a feverish obsession with sexuality, men with dirty fingernails, reeking of ancient sweat, men whose furtive imaginations would crawl over her body like cockroaches ? if you thought I would expose my child to that... you are more stupid than you take me for.

If Mrs. Coulter saw his reaction, she didn't show it. She went on: "Look, Will, I don't know how you came to meet my daughter, and I don't know what you know already, and I certainly don't know if I can trust you; but equally, I'm tired of having to lie. So here it is: the truth.

Poor Hester, she was lying now, not crouching tense and watchful as she'd done all his adult life. And her beautiful gold-brown eyes were growing dull.

Si pensó por un momento que iba a dejar a mi hija al cuidado de un grupo de hombres obsesionados con la sexualidad, unos hombres con las uñas sucias, que apestan a sudor de varios meses, unos hombres cuya enfermiza imaginación reptaría sobre el cuerpo de mi hija como un enjambre de cucarachas… Si cree que estoy dispuesta a entregarles a mi hija, es usted más estúpido de lo que supone que soy yo.

Whatever Mal says, I believe. So take that fucking smile off your face, you.

Google: the selective use of polygraphs

I'm sorry, he says. I don't usually like people. So when I do, part of me is really amused and the other part refuses to believe it's happening.

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York

The world was full of waistrels and waifs, sycophants and spies - all of whom put words to the wrong use, who made everything that was said or written suspect

If she'd been bleeding in the street, you would've run to get help. It's the same thing! Typical, I could hear you saying back. The whole point is that I wasn't bleeding in the street . I wasn't dying of cancer. You couldn't take an X-ray and see what was wrngsithme. You couldn't make such an easy diagnosis. You had to guess. And everybody guessed wrong. But the things is, I hadn't even made the guess. I trusted that you knew what you were doing. You were very convincing. And I destroyed you.