Quotes About Doubt

I'm the world's least happy atheist. I miss having religious faith, but trying to have it seems like trying to be in love with someone that you're not in love with.

Like zero direction

Mrs. Lot was a sandwich-generation woman, not sure what life might hold for her-scared of going forward, frightened of going back.

I've thought a lot about hope and come to the conclusion that either it's there or it isn't. No in between. You

Everyone becomes a believer in a crisis, calling on a God with whom to cut a last-ditch deal. She'd

How easy it is to think well of ourselves. Until the moment is upon us, we can never be certain.

But that's not true," Taran called. "I—I was …" By then, Eilonwy was out of earshot. Crestfallen, Taran followed her. "I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard. "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said. "We aren't really expected to.

if you grow up with any kind of sense - which you sometimes make me doubt - you will very likely reach your own conclusions. They will probably be wrong. However, since they will be yours, you will feel a little more satisfied with them.

Paul Tillich, for example, maintained that, 'It is as atheistic to affirm the existence of God as it is to deny it.'4

To identify faith with the holding of a certain number of beliefs that come to us from the distant past actually makes a mockery of Christian faith and reduces it to the schoolboy's definition: "Faith is believing things you know ain't true".

His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: Do you lie? But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true.

She's sure, absolutely sure, that what she's waiting for will happen, just the way she wants it to; and I'm so uncertain, so fearful my dreams will end up forgotten somewhere, someday, like a piece of string and a paperclip lying in a dish.

It was a question she did not want to be asked. When she asked it of herself, she didn't like her own answer.

The man who assumes everything is a lie is at least as mistaken as the one who assumes everything is true.

We did it, he muttered to Ekaterin, now perching on the chair arm. Why didn't anybody stop us? Why aren't there more regulations about this sort of thing? What fool in their right mind would put me in charge of a baby? Two babies?

I always thought my parents could fix anything. Now it's my turn. Dear God, how did this happen?

You may have slandered an honest man. Or you may have struck a blow for justice. I don't know. The point is... neither do you.

It's so obviously bogus, no one will look for a second layer of, er, bogusity.

Just once, Pen thought glumly, he'd like to get an answer to prayers, instead of being delivered as one.

Trust in the gods, They will supply? Hardly. He wondered suddenly if it was as hard for the gods to have faith in Ingrey as it was for him to have faith in Them, and a weird wild urge to show Them how it should be done swept him for a moment.

He wouldn't say pray, as he'd decided long ago not to bother the gods with questions when he didn't really want to hear the answers.

People can get almost anything wrong," sighed Oswyl. "Theology cannot be an exception.

Well, Ista, said the Voice. Do you stay or go? You cannot hang forever in My doorway like a cat, you know.

I'm not so in love with facts as I used to be. Sometimes, they bite.