Quotes About Doubt

you found you were saying yes when you meant no, and "We've got to be together in this thing" when you meant the very opposite ... and then you were face to face, in total darkness, with the knowledge that you didn't know who you were. And how could anyone else be blamed for that?

How could you ever learn to trust the things you made up?

time and again they read the promise of failure in each other's eyes

I seem to have to lost confidence in just about everything else. I've come to believe that only a very, very few matters in the world can ever be trusted to make sense.

He had won but he didn't feel like a winner.

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I'll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I'll...I don't know. Donate Adrian's money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?

So. Are you guys here to convert me or sell me siding?

Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?

How do you prove we exist? Maybe we don't.

None of it seems real. Who knows? Maybe it isn't. Maybe it's actually happening to someone else. Maybe it's something I imagined. Maybe soon I'm going to wake up and find everything fixed with Lissa and Dimitri. We'll all be together, and he'll be there to smile and hold me and tell me everything 's going to be okay. Maybe all of this really has been a dream. But I don't think so.

Those who have to ask if faith is true are opening up a discussion they may not be ready for.

I'm sure. But it doesn't work with me. for one thing, you won't look me in the eye. As for the other...I don't know. I can just tell.

The center will hold. Will it, Sydney? I wondered. Because I'm falling apart.

I looked back and forth at them in amazement. I didn't know if I was witnessing a fight or foreplay. I wasn't thrilled about either option.

None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark rimes?

Ever since Dimitri came back...no, scratch that. Ever since you became obsessed with changing him, you've been torn over me. No matter what's happened between us, you've never really given yourself over to our relationship. I wanted to believe what you told me. I thought you were ready...but you weren't.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?" "There isn't," he said. "We're on our own. And we have to make the choices we think are best for our own survival.

Just friends, just friends. Standing there in the bookstore, watching Seth walk away, I half wondered how anyone could still use that line. But I knew why, of course. It was used because people still believed it. Or at least they wanted to.

I wrote: I never doubted. Would you believe I made a breakthrough with charms too? Her response came fast. Of course I believe it. When do you get back? Early evening. Can you come over? I'll try. We need to celebrate. Should I get champagne and cake ready? Get your bed ready. Wear the black bra. I didn't plan on wearing one. "God help me," I murmured, earning a surprised glance from Neil.

Hope had gone so white, it was a wonder someone didn't accuse her of being a Strigoi.

You do believe I didn't do it, right?" For all I knew, he did think I was guilty and was just trying to help anyways. It wouldn't have been out of character. "I believe my sweet daughter is capable of murder," he said at last. "But not this one.

Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.

Me? I was pretty much an Orthodox Agnostic. I figured God probably existed, but I didn't have the time or energy to investigate.