Quotes About Distrust

I distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink.

London is full of women who trust their husbands. One can always recognize them. They look so thoroughly unhappy.

Oh, woman, woman! When to ill thy mind is bent, all Hell contains no fouler fiend.

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

Do not put your trust in rivers, men who carry weapons, beasts with claws or horns, women, and members of a royal family.

If men swear that they want to harm you when you are asleep, you can go to sleep. If women say so, stay awake.

One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.

I need not fear my enemies because the most they can do is attack me. I need not fear my friends because the most they can do is betray me. But I have much to fear from people who are indifferent.

Your worst enemy could be your best friend, and your best friend your worst enemy.

These days some Relationships are filled with nothing but selfishness, insecurities, hate, ignorance and cheaters.

Don't leave a piece of jewelry at his house so you can go back and get it later; he may be with his real girlfriend.

Look at this leper accusing another leper of leprosy.

But from what she been seeing since the termite hill, trust is one thing you should never put in the gods. Better yet to come to them in fear and trembling. Better even yet not to come to them at all. As for hope, that sound like it can be a good thing for those who need it, but for she, the only hope she need from the gods is that they never find her to make sport.

I see it on his face. I hear it when he talks. We look out at the world and we see the same thing: Not Fair. And the only difference between us is Ricky's out there trying to get even. And he knows not trust anybody and he got it straight from me. And he knows not to try and get work, and guess where he got that. He walks around like there's loose boards in the floor, and you know who laid that floor, I did.

I was only 97 percent certain this meeting was a trap.

Humans can miss a lot of little clues, but me being able to fire energy weapons from my arms would be something of a red flag.

And if it was this hard with Ratthi and Pin-Lee (Gurathin had never liked me and it was mutual), what was it going to be like with Mensah, if I managed to get that far? I didn't know if I could trust them. I wanted to. But I want a lot of things—freedom, unlimited downloads, new episodes of Drama Sun Islands—most of which I wasn't going to get.

He was starting to realize that maybe he didn't actually know the difference between trusting people and just pretending to trust them while bracing for the betrayal.

SecUnits aren't sentimental about each other. We aren't friends, the way the characters on the serials are, or the way my humans were. We can't trust each other, even if we work together. Even if you don't have clients who decide to entertain themselves by ordering their SecUnits to fight each other.

I just had a bad feeling about the little shit.

Target Two accidentally (I'm guessing here; maybe they just didn't care for each other) stabbed Target One.

With a grimace that was probably supposed to be a sneer, he asked, "What do you want?

Never trust a poet who can drive. Never trust a poet at the wheel. If he can drive, distrust the poems.

Mundus vult decipi: the world wants to be deceived.