Quotes About Doubt

It's often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It's what writing comes down to--worrying that things aren't going to work out.

That night, I waited until Baba fell asleep, and then folded a blanket. I used it as a prayer rug. Bowing my head to the ground, I recited half-forgotten verses from the Koran-verses the mullah had made us commit to memory in Kabul-and asked for kindness from a god I wasn't sure existed. I envied the mullah now, envied his faith and certainty.

Ä°zin veriyorum, çünkü belki yard?mlar? dokunur, diyorum. Ama unutup gidiyorlar. Bir daha onlardan haber alm?yorum. Onun için de sana soruyorum: Åžimdi ne olacak?

Inshallah he said. Inshallah, I echoed, though the God willing qualifier didn't sound as sincere coming from my lips. That was the thing with Hassan. He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him.

Se volvió hacia mí. De su cabeza rapada caían algunas gotas de sudor. —¿Crees que yo te mentiría, Amir agha?

lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty

from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty.

Nothing like life, it questions with either no answers or messy ones.

Under the circumstances the only honest answer an intelligent person can give to the question 'Is there a God?' is to say, 'I do not know.

Unbelievable. My mother had the exact same mentality as my friends. When in doubt, be a bitch.

I mean, they're not actually going to murder you. Right?

Ask me what you wish; just do not ask me for reasons.

The spirit of dialectical fearlessness is not so easily acquired; and the sense of isolation which remains despite the conviction of right, the sadness of the parting from admired and trustworthy [or trusted?] authorities, is the line of demarcation which marks the threshold of its acquirement.

Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.

What are you doing now?" Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. "Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.

Al brought his attention back down from the ceiling. "You really don't want to have sex with him? Why? What's wrong with him?

Rache," he said, trying to get into my line of sight. "What more do you need? God to send a telegram? (Jenks)

Everything was going too well. Something had to be wrong.

Worried, I touched the jacket's sleeve. "You think it's too much?" I asked, working hard to keep my tone non-combative. I'd had this conversation with ex-roommates before.

I have lots of faith, the fallen angel said as he crouched down and coaxed the dog closer. I have faith that this is a bad idea. She's not going to belive you. She's going to think we're nuts. She's going to call the police unless she has a record, and if she does she'll run away.

Hope died hard, and the lie was easier to bear.

I hoped he was right. I'd never heard of a university refusing money.

You just don't have faith! Frank repeated. Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!

Also it isn't clear yet whether it was an act of God or an act of war.