Quotes About Doubt

He said at dinner last night, Not a day goes by, when I don't ask a cosmic question. Does life have meaning? Or is this all smoke and mirrors? Are we all doomed?

and then he glanced at the ceiling and, making a fist with his right hand, he gasped, Damn you... God! Damn you!

Is that the proof, Almighty God, that you are not there, that your saints could be such petty demons?

No creo en nada y eso me hace más fuerte de lo que piensas

How could anyone ever trust Cary Grant, I wondered—a man who looked as though he were made entirely of wood?

Was he for the world or for me?

Chi ha smesso di credere in Dio o nel bene continua lo stesso a credere nel diavolo. Non so perché. No, anzi, lo so: il male è sempre possibile. E il bene è eternamente difficile.

But know this. All is speculation under the sky. All myth, all religion, all philosophy, all history—is lies.

Chi ha smesso di credere in Dio o nel bene continua lo stesso a credere nel diavolo. Non so perché. No, anzi, lo so: il male è sempre possibile. E il bene è eternamente difficile.»

Am I damned? Am I from the devil? Is my very nature that of a devil? I was asking myself over and over. And if it is, why then do I revolt against it, tremble when Babette hurls a flaming lantern at me, turn away in disgust when Lestat kills? What have I become in becoming a vampire? Where am I to go?

I came because I could resist it. I came because perhaps I didn't quite believe in you. I didn't believe in spite of all I'd read and been told.

La gente que deja de creer en Dios, o en la bondad, sigue creyendo en el demonio. No sé por qué. No; sé muy bien por qué. El mal siempre es posible. Y la bondad es eternamente difícil.

Ma negli indemoniati ci credeva >>. « Quella è un'idea molto più accettabile» rispose immediatamente il vampiro. «Chi ha smesso di credere in Dio o nel bene continua lo stesso a credere nel diavolo. Non so perché. No, anzi, lo so: il male è sempre possibile. E il bene è eternamente difficile.»

Her words were lulling me and making me believe that I was not miserable, but where would this path lead?

If I failed tonight, I would be another legend.

He wasn't sure why or how, but he… cared about her. He could be the worst possible bastard, but something stopped him from being that callous, and the thought disturbed him. Was he growing soft? Becoming kind?

Are you certain we're going in the right direction?" He let out an irritated growl. "I'm not certain of anything. I was going on instinct." "Instinct being that you do the opposite of what I suggest?

He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.

He had begun to have spells lately of worrying that he had died, and that everyone knew it but him.

Many of your fellow church members probably don't believe , either, but at least in church you put yourself in position for belief. Otherwise, you reduce the possibility.

said, 'Many of your fellow members probably don't believe, either, but at least in church you put yourself in position for belief. Otherwise you reduce the possibility.' " "Good point," Willa said thoughtfully. "Yes, it was a good point. But I'd given it sixty-some years by then and I figured any further developments were unlikely.

Peter glanced up from his laptop, which he was working on now. "Have you lost your mind?" he asked her. "What?" "You're going to walk the dog alone in the dark where somebody just got shot?

She didn't even know if she liked them, in fact, and perhaps she didn't like them, but by now it hardly mattered because how would she ever start over with somebody new, at this point?

she was old, she would have total confidence, finally. But look at her: still uncertain.