Quotes About Doubt

Idiot. Which road do you take when you're running from something weaker than yourself? Or maybe you're the one looking for an excuse to back out.

Later I will systemize my impossible subject, but for the moment I want to enjoy a tentative movement between its different chambers. I am not certain which are important and which are extraneous. Nor am I certain whether this topic is one that I have the strength to pursue.

All folk are afraid of the dark. Be they biggin or wee, the unseen world casts doubt upon reason, scratches

Why would anybody want to?

It was all horribly ironic that she felt like she would need to be insane to believe the proof that she had never been crazy.

He leaned toward her, lowered his voice. "I don't trust her. I can't even tell you why, but there's something.

I cross my arms. 'Seriously? That's the answer you're going with? First quantum physics and now nowhere and everywhere?

wouldn't put money on it," Daisy muttered. Logan

Okeydokey." "I think I liked you better when I didn't understand you.

The seeds of doubt grow like weeds when given enough sun. Enough water. Enough nurturing.

Am I a good mother? The best mother you could ever want?

The worst moment for an atheist is when he feels grateful and has no one to thank.

began to pray in earnest. She realized as she did so that she hadn't addressed God in any way since her father's fatal illness five years ago. And if God hadn't responded to that life-and-death situation, what were the chances that He was going to bother with a matter as small as Kendall Aims's career?

If Steve didn't have a job, where did he go every day after he put on his suit and strolled out the door with his briefcase? More important, why hadn't he told her?

There has to be a measure of faith. That's what this business is all about: trusting in something that may never show up, that you have no concrete proof of.

It will never be possible by pure reason to arrive at some absolute truth.

Am I in the wrong place here, or in the wrong life? Did I not recognize, as I sat in a train that raced past a station and did not stop, that I was on the wrong train, and did I not learn from the conductor that the train would not stop at the next station, either, a hundred kilometers away, and did he not also admit to me, whispering with his hand shielding his mouth, that the train would not stop again at all?

For a moment the feeling crept over me that my work, my vision, is going to destroy me, and for a fleeting moment I let myself take a long, hard look at myself, something I would not otherwise do--out of instinct, on principle, out of self-preservation--look at myself with objective curiosity to see whether my vision has not destroyed me already. I found it comforting to note that I was still breathing.

After 'Four Feathers ' I quit then because I just lost faith. I didn't like how the business was.

Self-esteem does not disappoint those who question wisdom."

The slug will always tell the caterpillar that it can't fly.

The failure of success is not distrusting self-esteem.

Is dirt nice? Is death nice? Above all is dying nice? And, in the end, we must ask, is God nice? I doubt it.

If imagination is not set to the task of building a creative life, it busies itself with weaving a web of inner fears and doubts, blame and excuse. —LAURENCE G. BOLDT