Quotes About Doubt

Technically excellent, perhaps, but not convincing.

As for the well-known Amory, he would write immortal literature if he were sure enough about anything to risk telling any one else about it.

I doubt if, after all, I'll ever write anything again worth putting in print.

there was never any doubt at whom he was looking or talking — and this is a flattering attention, for who looks at us? — glances fall upon us, curious or disinterested, nothing more.

Apostasy implies an absolute damnation only on the supposition of a previous perfect faith. Does that fix it?

They were walking through the March twilight where it was as warm as June, and the joy of youth filled his soul so that he felt he must speak. 'I think,' he said and his voice trembled, 'that if I lost faith in you I'd lose faith in God.' She looked at him with such a started face that he asked her the matter. 'Nothing,' she said slowly, 'only this: five men have said that to me before, and it frightens me.

Au moment précis où sa voix s'éteignait, sans plus chercher mon attention, ni vouloir me convaincre, j'ai su que rien de ce qu'elle avait dit n'était vrai.

Ours was a generation grown up to find all gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken --

It was a stretch to imagine that Barbara Walters might want to give it all up for Ed Couch, but Evelyn tried her hardest. Of course, even though she was not religious, it was a comfort to know that the Bible backed her up in being a doormat.

There Lives More Faith in Honest Doubt, Believe Me, Than Half the Creeds. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

and now i know i'm not myself. how can i ever be myself again? i was never myself in the first place!

Oh, I know a lot of people struggle, wondering is there really a God. They sit and think and worry over it all their life. The good Lord had to make smart people but I don't think he did them any favors because it seems the smart ones start questioning things from the get go. But I never did. I'm one of the lucky ones. I thank God every night, my brain is just perfect for me, not too dumb, not too bright.

No, tesoro, credo ancora in Dio. E' solo la parte su Adamo e Eva che mi fa sorgere un interrogativo.

Science is based on nothing other than what-ifs, and skepticism with regard to the preconceived notions that make up the material world.

I doubt my doubt, doubt itself is unsure I love, but who is it for whom I sigh? Not Muslim, yet not heathen; who am I?

But everything I've heard tells me that Matt has something going on. He kept

In this calm and stupid life, I never know how I should act.

A vida é a hesitação entre uma exclamação e uma interrogação. Na dúvida, há um ponto final.

Life is the hesitation between an exclamation mark and a question mark. After doubt there is a full stop.

on the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.

Pasmo sempre quando acabo qualquer coisa. Pasmo e desolo-me. O meu instinto de perfeição deveria inibir-me de acabar; deveria inibir-me até de dar começo. Mas distraio-me e faço. O que consigo é um produto, em mim, não de uma aplicação de vontade, mas de uma cedência dela. Começo porque não tenho força para pensar; acabo porque não tenho alma para suspender. Este livro é a minha cobardia.

Having seen how lucidly and logically certain madmen justify their lunatic ideas to themselves and to others, I can never again be sure of the lucidness of my lucidity.

Mi espíritu está todo hecho de vacilación y duda. Nada, para mí, es o no puede ser positivo; todo oscila a mí alrededor, y yo con ello; sólo soy incertidumbre. Todo es para mí incoherencia y cambio. Todo es misterio y todo es significante. Cada cosa es un símbolo «desconocido» de lo Desconocido.

I'm lost if I find myself; I doubt what I discover; I don't have what I've obtained. I sleep as if I were taking a walk, but I'm awake. I wake up as if I'd been sleeping, and I don't belong to me. Life, in its essence, is one big insomnia, and all that we think or do occurs in a lucid stupor.