Quotes About Distrust

There is a nameless mood abroad in the world today, a feeling in the blood of more than a few people, an expectation of worse things to come, a readiness to riot, a mistrust of everything one reveres.

Once a human being is mistrusted, the plaimest signs of faithfulness will positively turn into signs of unfaithfulness. On the other hand, where there is trust, the most glaring evidence of unfaithfulmess will seem to be signs of misunderstood faithfulness, crying like a child that the grown-ups have locked out. Nothing could be interpreted on its own merits alone, one thing depended on the other, one had to trust or mistrust the whole of it, love it or take it for deceit and delusion.

I suppose that Willie had his natural quota of ordinary suspicion and caginess, but those things tend to evaporate when what people tell you is what you want to hear.

Remember, all con men are nice people. If they were not being nice by telling you what you want to hear, you would not listen to them.

As George Orwell wrote in his book 1984, "In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust, Mr. Carpenter had said once. Silence betrays.

Not Adam and Eve, after eating the apple, could have been more upset than I was.

For God's sake, no." Brenda's voice is sharp. "I told you, he never told me about any fifty thousand. What are you implying here? You want to make me out as some kind of slut? A whore? You want the jury to think that Dagou tried to pay me to move in with him?

You'd be surprised how many divorces start with "I smelled the bitch on him.

For all you know it invites people to rob us. (Woodrow Call's disparaging comment on the Latin sign Gus McCrae affixed to their wagon.)

During the day he had not trusted enough, and had worn himself out with pointless scurryings.

But as far as trusting the general run of men, there was no need, since she had no intention of ever expecting anything from one of them again.

She looked away from him. This was one reason she didn't date cops. They lied far too easily.

He leaned closer. "Don't lie to me, Caramia. I don't like it.

Abruptly, she let go of his wrists and allowed him to push her to her knees. She looked up, waited for his smile. And then she punched him in the nuts.

either you're a whore, or you think I am. The first I'm willing to believe. The second I know isn't true.

Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that's the best you can do with people. I'd tried kindness. I'd tried friendship. I'd tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

You're up to something, I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. Moi? Yeah, you

That's what you get for telling the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.

You lie like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, Edward. He smiled. I don't lie to you. Really, I said. The smile became a grin. Okay, not most of the time, anymore. His face sobered. I'm not lying now.

But I was naturally suspicious; it comes from working too closely with the police for too long. Cynicism is so contagious.

There is no loyalty in fear, only resentment