Quotes About Doubt

She came out in a cold sweat when she thought about the future, saying she felt like a coin someone had tossed in the air that might land heads or tails depending on how the pavement lay.

Es mußte so kommen«, sagte er nachdenklich mit leiser Stimme. »Dieses Übermaß von Betriebsamkeit und Stolz auf unser Wissen mußte uns in den Zweifel zurückschleudern. Dies Jahrhundert, das schon soviel Licht gebracht hat, mußte mit der Drohung einer von neuem hereinbrechenden Finsternis enden.

His was the sceptical boredom of a whole generation, no longer the romantic ennui of a Werther or a Rene lamenting the passing of old beliefs, but the boredom of the new doubting heroes, the young chemists who angrily proclaim the world intolerable because they have not immediately found life at the bottom of their test tubes.

The one conclusion she had reached was that she was sure Nigel Nivens was innocent.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

The world is surely not worth living now, is it?

Cum a putut crede cineva vreodat? c? cei ce odihnesc în pacea p?mântului ar putea avea un somn tulburat?

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes-- Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet, hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.

The worst-tempered bit of a sickly slip that ever struggled into his teens. Happily, as Mr. Meathcliff conjectured, he'll not win twenty. I doubt whether he'll see spring, indeed. And small loss to his family whenever he drops off.

Here! and here! replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and another on her breast. In whichever place the soul lives — in my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!

Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir?  I'd give a great deal to know. I declined answering Mrs. Dean's question, which struck me as something heterodox.  She proceeded: Retracing the course of Catherine Linton, I fear we have no right to think she is; but we'll leave her with her Maker.

I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting his time to spring and destroy.

Because, in my heart, I'm convinced that I'm wrong.

and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes. 

Empéñate en cambiar los demonios en ángeles confiados e inocentes, libres de la suspicacia y de la duda y viendo siempre amigos donde no están seguros de que hay enemigos.

So hopeless is the world without; The world within I doubly prize; Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt, And cold suspicion never rise; Where thou, and I, and Liberty, Have undisputed sovereignty.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies

In a serener Bright, In a more golden light I see Each little doubt and fear, Each little discord here Removed.

If you saw a bullet hit a Bird - and he told you he wasn't shot - you might weep at his courtesy, but you would certainly doubt his word - One drop more from the gash that stains your Daisy's bosom - then would you believe?

Summer-we all have seen- A few of us-believed- A few the more aspiring Unquestionably loves... .

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there. My business,—just a life I left, Was such still dwelling there?

MY worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear; Lest I should insufficient prove 5 For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension Within my loving creed. So I, the undivine abode Of his elect content, 10 Conform my soul as 't were a church Unto her sacrament.

Part Three: Love V DOUBT me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, 5 What more the woman can,— Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; 10 I ceded all of dust I knew,— What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might 15 Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee!