Quotes About Doubt

We talked through the long hours of night. I spoke subtle circles around the way I felt, not wanting to be overbold. I thought she might be doing the same, but I could never be sure. It

just another piece of needless God-bothering that wasn't working properly.

Prefería abstenerse de ahondar en semejantes problemas , que le resultaban desagradables y solo conseguirían sumirle en la más penosa inseguridad e inquietud cuando, precisamente para servirse de la razón, necesitaba gozar de seguridad y sosiego.

All these grotesque incongruities between the richness of the world perceivable by smell and the poverty of language were enough for the lad Grenouille to doubt that language made any sense at all;

Sometimes it's not worth questioning authority because it usually won't know the answer.

can't be done," Buzz said. "You're only saying that because it never has," Loki said.

I believed in my heart that despite politics, the United States would always do the right thing. My mind believed different, so I had made it sit quietly in the corner.

I am fascinated with religion or things that people believe in and question that. I think it's interesting.

The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.

I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

The Lord gives us wings He gives us a stomach we can fly or vomit

Question everything.

Sometimes I wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

I have not sold myself to God. - Babelogue

I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one. I imagined that I felt the calling and prayed that it be so.

We have all loved a guy we know has issues. Despite popular opinions, until we give it a final try, the relationship will always be in the 'what if' stage.

He who fails to question is asking for trouble.

I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

For only the good doubt their own goodness, which is what makes them good in the first place. The bad know they are good, but the good know nothing. They spend their lives forgiving others, but they can't forgive themselves.

There is no escape from this. Either you do or you don't. And if you do, you can't be sure of doing it the next time. And if you don't, you never will again.

Would it not be better to learn the truth once and for all instead of living in a state of perpetual uncertainty?

No, she can weather his disappointments if she has to, that isn't the problem, she can put up with anything as long as she feels he is solidly with her, but that is precisely what she doesn't feel anymore, and even if he seems content to glide along with her out of old habits, the reflex of old affections, she is becoming ever more certain, no, certain is probably too strong a word for it, she is becoming ever more willing to entertain the idea that he has stopped loving her.

I have always been a plodder, a person who anguishes and struggles over each sentence, and even on my best days I do no more than inch along, crawling on my belly like a man lost in the desert. The smallest word is surrounded by acres of silence for me, and even after I manage to get that word down on the page, it seems to sit there like a mirage, a speck of doubt glimmering in the sand.