Quotes About Doubt

When you audition for something, and you book it, you think, 'Okay, well, I got the job, and now I actually have to show up on set and do it.' So, you show up on set, and you don't know, 'Am I going to get swallowed up by these people?'

I couldn't swear that I believed in the law - or in the American legal system.

I swear, if you existed I'd divorce you.

I never feel like I've done anything. Swear to God. I'm not kidding. So it's always a surprise when somebody asks me to do anything.

I approach each project with a new insecurity, almost like the first project I ever did, and I get the sweats, I go in and start working, I'm not sure where I'm going.

When something in the sweet science doesn't look right, most likely it isn't.

Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.

Basically, I get paid to be crazy. I get paid to believe I'm someone else, live in a completely false reality, and believe it's real. And that's a little scary. And I do it to the best of my ability. But it's kind of like swimming out to sea. You have to leave enough energy to swim back, and sometimes you get scared you swam too far.

I grew up an Orthodox Jew, and now I'm not an Orthodox Jew. So I have sympathy for people who lose their faith.

I know crowds of people who go to church and the synagogue who aren't religious.

It feels like my hard work has paid off, but at the same time, I still have the impostor, you know, syndrome. I still feel like I'm going to wake up, and everybody's going to see me for the hack I am.

I have that imposter syndrome.

I sort of have imposter syndrome, and I think when is this all going to end, when are they going to realise that I'm not a proper TV presenter.

How long have we got to talk about women of colour and imposter syndrome. It's a real thing, and many people have it. It's, I think, a particular characteristic of the overachiever. Because you're bottomless, you never think what you've achieved is enough.

Why give Russia or Syria any reason to doubt that Obama would use force?

My dad was a Seventh-Day Adventist pastor, and from an early age I was put off by being force-fed a belief system.

I'm a God-fearing man, go to church every Sunday, and have since I was a boy. But if I ever found out that God cared one way or another about a borderline illegal fist-fight on Saturday night, I would be so greatly disappointed that it would make rethink my entire belief system.

Being absolutely sure that one is right is part of growing up, and so is realizing, years later, that the truth might be more nuanced.

I don't know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones.

Sheila made it sound simple, like everyone had one real self. But what if I didn't? Or what if my real self was no good? I kept imagining Angelica's face, half like usual, half not working right. Sometimes I felt like that on the inside, like I knew how I wanted to be, but it didn't match up with how I really was.

I wanted to be good, but I wasn't sure if I WAS good or if I just wanted Dad and Aunt Ess and everyone to SEE me being good.

For all she knew, he could be a criminal, although she didn't think so. She repressed a hysterical laugh. Did she think he had an honest face? Black and blue and honest all over?

Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered—-life, faith--specifically, finishing homework assignments.

What would God think of her, sitting in this chapel, pretending to be holy? He knew the truth. He knew she was no friend of His.