Quotes About Doubt

The most boring and unproductive question one can ask of any religion is whether or not it is true.

An urgent wish is no guarantor of a sound solution.

Lovers cannot remain philosophers for long, they should give way to the religious impulse, which is to believe and have faith, as opposed to the philosophic impulse, which is to doubt & inquire. They should prefer the risk of being wrong and in love to being in doubt and without love.

Yet we promise not to look around, either, for we accept that there cannot be better options out there. Everyone is always impossible. We are a demented species.

The start of work means the end to freedom, but also to doubt, intensity and wayward desires.

Afraid of losing her, we forget all the others. Sure of keeping her, we compare her with those others whom at once we prefer to her.

Wat hield deze liefdespermanentie in? Een zeker geloof in de liefde van de ander, dat zonder onmiddellijk bewijs of teken van de belangstelling van de geliefde in stand kon blijven, het geloof dat de partner, hoewel voor het weekend in Milaan of Wenen, niet bezig was een cappuccino of Sachertorte te nuttigen met een liefdesrivaal, het geloof dat een stilte gewoon een stilte was en niet een aanwijzing dat de liefde ter ziele was.

Cynicism is too easy, and it gets you nowhere.

Doubt is easy when it is not a matter of survival: we are as skeptical as we can afford to be, and it is easiest to be skeptical about things that do not fundamentally sustain us. It is easy to doubt the existence of a table; it is hell to doubt the legitimacy of love.

I lost the ability to consider the question of predestination with necessary scepticism.

If that is your God, Father Kamiano, your Jehovah, who would condemn a kind and tender man to hell for the sin of not believing in him—then I shall follow my Keo to hell, as I followed him to this one, and together we spit on your God and his heaven!

If someone thinks you can help or heal them, and you think you can't, choose their faith over your doubt.

My mommy always said there were no such things as monsters. No real ones. But there are.

I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it." Ren moved out onto the walkway toward Han. "Will you help me?" "Yes," Han told him. "Anything.

I have always considered Pascal's Wager a questionable bet to place, since any God worth believing in would prefer an honest agnostic to a calculating hypocrite.

I am not frightened of my beliefs. If there is a God who is threatening me with damnation because I don't believe in Him, so be it. I've lived my life in conscience, and I will suffer damnation willingly in conscience against a tyrannical God who would damn me because, on the basis of the intelligence He gave me, I have come to a conclusion doubting His existence, and I will continue to be a skeptic all of my life.

If you were to find yourself suddenly and completely isolated from your whole social circle because you no longer believe something that all of them believe, you wouldn't be any less lonely because you could mutter to yourself that they weren't real friends after all. You might even come to think that not-real friends are better than no friends at all.

I gave up Christianity at about fourteen. Came back to it when getting on for thirty. An almost purely philosophical conversion. I didn't want to. I'm not the religious type. I want to be let alone, to feel I'm my own master: but since the facts seemed to be the opposite I had to give in.

Thus, to explain what we see in the world and in our mental deductions, we must believe in what we cannot prove.

Oh, they said God was dead, all those beatniks and snooty-ass Frenchmen. Not me. I knew better. I said to them, Wait, boys! Don't break cover yet awhile. He might be faking. I mean, they thought Saddam was dead. And the novel. And Glenn Close in that last scene of Fatal Attraction. That's what I said. But did they listen? Ohh no. They went right ahead and organized God's funeral. Well, don't count your chickens before they come home to roost...

Does he repent him or is there only room for his fear?

La membrana dell'amore è delicata, basta un graffio accidentale a lacerarla. Se i dubbi di Rìmini l'avevano danneggiata, rendendola vulnerabile all'infezione che, per un innamorato, cova nel desiderio di vivere una vita diversa dalla propria, l'esperienza della catastrofe era bastata a rigenerarla.

He still didn't believe we could do it to him, and left with the assured insolence of a credit card presenting itself at the thin mouth of hell.

What are men? Children who doubt.