Quotes About Distrust

the best con men were the ones you'd embrace and then buy dinner and toast their good health even when they were stealing you blind.

We must trust everyone and no-one

Her voice was as soft and sexy as ever. Those wide-set blue eyes every bit as distrustful as they'd been during his last encounter with her, which meant that chip on her shoulder, the one he'd tried so desperately to dislodge, remained firmly in place.

Men are cheaters. Women are not to be trusted. And most people are dumb.

I was just peeling some potatoes for dinner and they all looked like crisp white potatoes until I cut them in half. Every single one had a rotten, gray core. [. . .] I feel like the whole world is black, rotting, and evil. Even when it looks crisp on the outside, that's a lie, because you can't trust anything - on the inside it's nothing like mold. [. . .] So, see, nothing good is ever going to happen, and anyone who says it is, is lying to you.

To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting

When we have no trust, the vacant space that is left becomes filled with fear.

Even if what a jealous husband claims about his wife (that she sleeps around with other men) is all true, his jealousy is still pathological.

You were his protector, yet he betrayed you." James shrugged. "Odd thing is, I know if I asked, he'd die for me." She studied him for a moment. "But you'd never ask." "Nay. I never would." "You're a complicated man, James Sterling." She said softly.

Damned Weyland-Yutani piece of crap," she said.

She neither understood him nor believed him but she realized, with puzzlement, that now the man was being nice, though she did not even want him to be nice to her mother, she did not want him to be anything, to anybody, anywhere.

My friend,' he said, 'no one is more ired of religion than a priest.

Maybe he also felt angry or insulted, if it occurred to him then or later that maybe he hadn't made a mistake but that I had deliberately stood him up, and not the way I did it — alone up there in the apartment, uncomfortable and embarrassed, chickening out, hiding out — but, he would imagine, in collusion with someone else, a girlfriend or boyfriend, confiding in them, snickering over him.

He does not trust her: she will claim to be in a bad mood when she is not, and then require him to be kind to her.

Can't you agree with me about anything?" asks the Grouch. Old Mother has to admit it: she almost always disagrees with him. Even if she agrees with most of what he is saying, there will be some small part of it she disagrees with. When she does agree with him, she suspects her own motives: she may agree with him only so that at some future time she will be able to remind him that she does sometimes agree with him.

Yet my confusion must be this: though her body is old, her capacity for betrayal is still young and fresh.

I don't really trust a sane person.

I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of 'living a lie'. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.

Morgan was looking at the food in front of her suspiciously, as if it intended to merely reside for a bit inside her, then liberate itself at a most inconvenient time.

It's strange," she started. "What?" Catty asked. "Just that you've never followed the rules before," the woman explained. "And so now I'm wondering, why are you going to follow them when you are dealing with the most deceitful being in creation?" Catty watched the woman leave. What she said was true. Catty hated rules. A slow smile crept across her face. "Thank you," Catty said. First she'd sleep, and then she'd act.

Oh she's alright it's just that - I don't want to get mixed up with anyone in the house. I don't want to get mixed up at all with anybody anymore.

God is displeased when he is distrusted, and when an arm of flesh is relied on, more than his power and goodness.

We can trust no one. In a regime where words are watched, lies are rewarded, and silence is survival, there is no truth.

One thing i hate about being smart is that you notice everything even when someone is trying to fool you.