Quotes About Distrust

Saul Panzer stood facing the cast, not the audience. There is nothing impressive about Saul. He is undersized, his nose and ears are too big, and his shoulders slant. With Saul a thousand wrongdoers had made the mistake of believing what they saw. He spoke. "I believe this is the way it was Thursday evening when Mr. Wolfe entered. Does anyone disagree?

He looked at her. That was the first time I had seen him give her a direct and explicit look, and, since she was just off the line from him to me, I had a good view of it. It demolished one detail of his exposition—the claim that a man of his training and temperament couldn't possibly commit a murder. His look at her was perfect for a guy about to put a cord around a neck and pull tight. It was just one swift, ugly flash, and then he returned to Wolfe.

Manifestly, sir, either your mental processes are badly constipated or you think mine are.

What?' Cramer's eyes widened. 'Where the hell does Shepherd come in?' 'I don't know. Archie doesn't like him, and I have learned that it is always quite possible that anyone he doesn't like may be a murderer.

The best my head could do was let in a wild idea about the four of them taking turns with the window pole, presumably with Mrs. Demarest along to keep count of the jabs.

JF: Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.

Piensa mal y acertarás.

Raymond also distrusted all other living people because they had not warned his father of his mother.

Just as in San Antonio Greene distrusted the comforts of America, in Mexico he sees piety as a distraction from human reality. The once-pampered priest understands himself more as his clerical garments wear out and his shoes lose their soles so that his feet are exposed to dirt, stones, and snakes.

If for every error and every act of incompetence one can substitute an act of treason, many points of fascinating interpretation are open to the paranoid imagination.

Randall continued to hear the fundamental insincerity of the man, but also knew that the most effective lies were those liberally laced with truth. The lie could be ninety-nine parts truth to one part falsehood, the one tarnished part mingling with the pure until it was all tainted, more false than pure fabrication.

Sully understood this to be true, though it was a fairly recent phenomenon. Ruth had witnessed and reported it with considerable irritation. It couldn't have been the case when he was married to Vera, because his wife had kept a careful, detailed list of the things he did of which she disapproved, and she was not the sort of woman to hold anything back. She surely would have mentioned it if he'd slept with his eyes open.

There were many more folk ditties, some mean, others filthy, all of them cruel. No one ever thought of questioning our right to do this; our mothers and parents generally approved, either actively or passively. To hold an attitude of antagonism or distrust toward Jews was bred in us from childhood; it was not merely racial prejudice, it was a part of our cultural heritage.

For she knew the rights and the wrongs… The truths and the lies… The betrayed and the betrayer.

I wish you wouldn't look at me like that." Miranda frowned. "Like what?" "Like…you can see things I don't want you to see." "Too late." "Stop." She did her best to sound stern. "Now I know how Gage feels." "Except for the dimples." "Right. Except for those." "Not to worry, cher. You got a whole lotta other redeeming qualities.

What about a compromise? I'll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I'll apologize.

She wanted me to betray you guys, and I was like, 'Pfft, right, I'm gonna listen to a face in the potty sludge'.

Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say "tell the truth," and when you do, they don't believe you. What's the point?

Oh, lord. I was beginning to think like Neith. Soon I'd be huddled in an underground bunker eating army rations and cackling as I sewed together the pockets of all the boys who'd jilted me.

Sometimes it is better to have someone you mistrust close to you, so that you can keep an eye on him - Chiron

He told me he wouldn't hurt... Charlie. He lied to me.

Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say tell the truth, and when you do, they don't believe you. What's the point? - Sadie Carter (Red Pyramid)

suspected everyone did—from Winnie, the least pulchritudinous

Angus had a pretty normal childhood. Bertie had immediately mistrusted him. Nobody had a normal childhood.