Quotes About Doubt

She couldn't hide from everyone for the rest of her life… Well she could. That was the direction things were going. But she knew from long-ago experience that when you were uncertain and if you were courageous enough to let her in a real friend could do a world of good.

Thoughts were nothing. Memories were nothing. They were nothing you could touch. They took no time. You could fit them all on the point of a pin. You could bring your entire world into doubt in a span of a few seconds.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was the way in which she failed. Not once, but again and again.

There was a satisfaction in being right and a terror in finding so much evidence that the world didn't work the way you or most other people thought it did.

But will he come I just want to know what you think the odds are. Tell me what you really think. I think Tibby was a wise girl. I think she loved you.

Él no escucharía sus palabras. Dudaba también de que fuera a escuchar su silencio.

It wasn't meant to work with them, was it? He didn't know if he could try anymore.

Could she kiss him? Would he allow her that? Was that something he could pretend was nothing? What about making love? Could she just open up her legs and pull him inside her and have him all she wanted and later give her assent that it was nothing?

I wondered if I was an error of God's planning that would be fixed at the end of my life.

Sometimes I see it as a tricky mountain pass beween two valleys. Other times, it's like perilous straits connecting two lands. Partly it's the fear of the trip itself, I think, but partly it's the fear that won't be able to get back. I'll turn around and the cloud will have settled over the mountaintop. Or the waters will have risen and shifted, and there will be no way home.

You couldn't count on Providence for anything ever.

she spent a lot of time convincing herself that what you saw, even what you felt, had an unreliable relationship to what was actually there. What was actually there was reality, regardless of whether you saw it or how you felt about it.

Sometimes trust felt like the worst gift in the world.

They hadn't quite considered that by trusting one part of your life, you could undermine all the others. By siding with an early version of yourself, preemptively, you would doubt all future selves that conflicted with it.

no one really believes in the future, do they? It's like believing in your own death. You can't do it.

Remind me, she needed to ask. I don't seem to know how to be.

Vera had a stab of recognition which made her stop in her tracks. For a moment, the woman, overweight, aggressive, seen reflected in the shop window, looked very much like her.

lack of faith had little to do with choice. Doubt was a cancer that grew unbidden.

Still, he loved her. She knew that. He loved her the best way he could. But she wasn't sure that was enough anymore.

I don't know what I want or what I feel. I thought I wanted this. Us. But now I'm not so sure.

Dawn had not yet said anything nice. She was trying to be friendly, but something wasn't right. Did she think I looked terrible? Was she mad at me?

I wished Charlotte had asked for me. It made me feel like I wasn't a good sitter or something, even though I knew that wasn't really true.

Or is that four words?