Quotes About Doubt

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

People belong together to each other only as long as they believe. He stopped believing.

They had as good a shot at making it as anyone did, but what if marriage didn't solve anything and didn't save anyone even a little bit? What then?

It had been a false spring, a lie like all the other lies, and I found myself wondering it it would ever really come.

I was just as terrified that even if he did finally choose me, our love wouldn't be the lasting kind.

Ernest always said there was a season for everything. A season to love and be loved. To work and rest your bones and your spirit. To dream and to doubt, to fear and to fly. What season was this, then, if not one of ruin?

Isn't love a beautiful goddamn liar?

Where was that fierce girl now? I didn't feel any whisper of her stirring in me. I also had no way of knowing how much I was yet supposed to weather—when my father might return, or even if he would. The

The man who wants to marry me is very rich and strong. He lives near here. He built his house in three days." "A proper house or a hut?" he wanted to know. "A real house, with shingles and a pitched roof, and glass windows." He was silent for a moment, and I was sure I'd finally impressed him. "Three days," he said at last. "There is no wisdom in such hurrying. This house will not stand long.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He's stopped believing.

But we've never really understood why she stays with Troy, honestly. He's incapable of being faithful, even when they were first dating. A man like that doesn't change, and Emily should have so much more, should have her pick of anyone. It's never made any sense.

He'd left me for a time. He'd doubted me, but now he was mine again and I wanted to keep him here in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets until I'd quieted every last voice and we were only right again.

I didn't feel old enough to be anyone's wife, or that I knew enough or had lived enough, or understood the essential things. I didn't know how to say any of this to Jock, either. That I was afraid of the promises we'd made. That late at night as I lay beside him in bed I felt lonely and numb, as if some part of me had died.

Beige is the color of indecision

Believe what you like, but don't believe everything you read without questioning it.

Confusion is not a bad thing. It's not doubt that makes a man mad. It's certainty.

He watched her leave with mixed feelings. His heart wanted to trust her, but his head and his gut told him he couldn't.

How's Jen ever going to handle anything if she cannot handle something even this minor? Jen had always suspected there would come a time when she would be called upon to deal and wouldn't be able to. No, I told her, don't be absurd. Don't be silly. Everything that happens only makes you stronger. Remember what Tolstoy said? "All that doesn't kill you makes you stronger." But yet, here she is, weaker than ever, and I cannot find the right words.

a veces ya no sé distinguir lo que es verdad de lo que no lo es.

No oppressive order could permit the oppressed to being to question: Why?

each day be open to the world, be ready to think; each day be ready not to accept what is said just because it is said, be predisposed to reread what is read; each day investigate, question, and doubt.

Each, however, as he revolves about "his" truth, feels threatened if that truth is questioned. Thus, each considers anything that is not "his" truth a lie.

La realidad no está obligada a ser convincente.

If there's something you really want to believe, that's what you should question the most.