Jealousy is the fear of losing the thing you love most. It's very normal. Suspicion is the thing that's abnormal.
To this very day, I do not know what he (Hitler) thought or knew or really wanted. I only knew my own thoughts and suspicions.
I have a sneaking suspicion that leading an examined life and being really tan aren't consistent with one another.
Wait, Saturday night?" The ladder-backed chair creaked and I looked up as he leaned forward to eye me in growing suspicion. "I thought you stayed home. " I shrugged and raised one eyebrow at him. "I thought I was human.
The world was not created once and for all time for each of us individually. There are added to it in the course of our life things of which we have never had any suspicion.
Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
Suspicion follows close on mistrust.
Jealousy is the suspicion of one's own inferiority.
Religion has been an enormous multiplier of tribal suspicion and hatred.
I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure. . . . . he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him. . . Few can lie to me. . . I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.
We're always trying to avoid being in the darkness, not knowing, and also encountering animals. There's something about them not wanting to be seen; they go out at night, they hide, they don't want to be shown. It's very interesting genetically that they have to hide from us actually. Between themselves, they smell each other, but there is this thing of hiding, of suspicion.
He that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly become corrupt.
In a world filled with violence, hatred, and suspicion, giving is an expression of faith, trust, and concern.
The unfortunate thing about money is that it always raises suspicion even amongst brothers.
Ideologists of all kinds find a strange sort of comfort in the madness of the crowd; it confirms them in their suspicion that history, far from being made by the great mass of individuals - as Marx averred - is rather unmade by a single massive individual, a collective Other, who stands in stark contrast to you and he.
Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.
How do you fight an invisible opponent like suspicion?
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
Dante himself is open to the suspicion of partiality: it is said, not without apparent ground, that he puts into hell all the enemies of the political cause, which, in his eyes, was that of Italy and God.
Open suspecting of others comes of secretly condemning ourselves.