Quotes About Distrust

He'll never do it again,' she swears, but he will because she'll let him. Now me? I've got no use for imitation love that packs a punch.

Well, in this case,' said Chichikov, 'I haven't lied by even this much,' and with his thumb he marked off the very tip of his little finger. 'You Jesuit, you Jesuit! I'll bet you anything you're talking rot!' 'Listen, this is insulting! What's going on, anyway? Why do you think I have to be lying?

On first speaking to the man, his ingratiating smile, his flaxen hair, and his blue eyes would lead one to say, "What a pleasant, good-tempered fellow he seems!" yet during the next moment or two one would feel inclined to say nothing at all, and, during the third moment, only to say, "The devil alone knows what he is!

What has made you come to such a sudden decision?" asked the perplexed Vassili (very nearly he added: "Fancy going travelling with a man whose acquaintance you have just made, and who may turn out to be a rascal or the devil knows what!" But, in spite of his distrust, he contented himself with another covert scrutiny of Chichikov, and this time came to the conclusion that there was no fault to be found with his exterior).

What's a handshake after all, except a socially acceptable way to make sure the other guy doesn't have a knife behind his back

I had sucked on the tit of disillusionment and teethed on the bitter root of cynicism. I was on the way to the misanthropy that would sour me.

In America few people will trust you unless you are irreverent.

The real deceivers are the literalists, who say, I cannot tell a lie.

Kitap okumakla, manav?n beni aldatmas?na engel olam?yorum bir türlü. Manava inanmad???m halde beni aldat?yor namussuz.

Kitap okumakla, manav?n beni aldatmas?na engel olam?yorum bir türlü. Manava inanmad???m halde beni aldat?yor namussuz. Ya inand???m dostlar?n beni aldatmas?n? önlemek: büsbütün imkâns?z bu.

I might not have believed this if a Human had said it. Humans said one thing with their bodies and another with their mouths and everyone had to spend time and energy figuring out what they really meant. And once we did understand them, the Humans got angry and acted as though we had stolen thoughts from their minds.

I didn't like them when I heard them. I liked them even less when I met them. They look at us as though we smell and they don't. Of course, it doesn't matter whether I like them or not. There are other people in the neighborhood whom I don't like. But I don't trust the Payne-Parrishes. The kids seem all right, but the adults. … I wouldn't want to have to depend on them. Not even for little things.

I wonder what a badge is, other than a license to steal. What did it used to be to make people Bankole's age want to trust it. I know what the old books say, but still, I wonder.

they knew the cops liked to solve cases by "discovering" evidence against whomever they decided must be guilty. Best to give them nothing. They never helped when people called for help.

After all, they knew Dad didn't kill Keith. And they knew the cops liked to solve cases by "discovering" evidence against whomever they decided must be guilty. Best to give them nothing. They never helped when people called for help. They came later, and more often than not, made a bad situation worse.

Cops are not trusting people.

Jail for Bankole could have meant being sold into a period of hard, unpaid labor—slavery. Perhaps if he had been younger, the deputies might have taken his money and arrested him anyway on some trumped-up charge. I had begged him not to go, not to trust any police or government official. It seemed to me such people were no better than gangs with their robbing and slaving.

The possibility of meeting a white adult here frightened me, more than the possibility of street violence ever had at home.

Distrust, not merely the old distrust of nation for nation, but a devastating distrust of human nature, gripped men like the dread of insanity.

What they got, really, was a cross-section of American paranoia, of hidden prejudices rising to the surface. Whatever diverged from the mainstream was suspect.

Do not trust the cheering, for those persons would shout as much if you or I were going to be hanged.

Do not trust to the cheering, for those very persons would shout as much if you and I were going to be hanged.

the first flush of aristocratic support for the Covenant had begun to wear off when the nobles found themselves being ordered about by middle-class clerics with vaguely egalitarian views and a deep distrust of human pleasures.

There's a sort of rage a man feels when he's been deceived where he most trusted. It compares to no other anger.