Quotes About Doubt

THERE IS GOOD REASON why Christian theologians consider theodicy the unsolvable theological issue. The reason is this: It is unsolvable.

sympathetic. "Look, Clyde. We never found Alyssa. And the way this case has unfolded . . . people are asking questions." "About what?

We can all live with doubts. It's the knowing that breaks us. Iron House

We can live with doubts," Jessop said "It's the knowing that breaks us.

Don't deal in the possibilities of the possibility.

Ten thousand difficulties do not make one doubt, as I understand the subject; difficulty and doubt are incommensurate.

The essence of dietrologia is that it dismisses the notion that anyone could act purely for reasons of moral conviction.

the notion of objective truth is something that in Italy often causes unease.

G. K. Chesterton said that when a man stops believing in God he doesn't then believe in nothing: he believes in anything.

Never confuse faith, or belief—of any kind—with something even remotely intellectual.

it's not god who's fucked up, it's the screamers who say they believe in him and who claim to pursue their ends in his holy name.

I knew I loved you when I kept trying to run away and find reasons why it wouldn't work

Would it be possible that I should not in any degree succeed? I can scarcely think so. Ah delusive hope, how much further wilt thou lead me?

Una promesa suele estar tan cerca de ser una mentira como de ser una verdad»

Night brings doubt. Darkness sows fears.

the major problems with being crazy: you're just naturally uncertain about things.

En la vida real era muy distinto. Todo el mundo es sospechoso. Todo el mundo está absorto.

Una puerta que no puede abrirse. Va en contra de todo aquello en lo que creemos.

Acepta la locura. Crea el delirio. Establece la duda. Alimenta la paranoia.

Ése es uno de los principales problemas de estar loco: nunca estás seguro de las cosas

Create delusion. Establish doubt. Feed paranoia.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

Winter hedges me about, All the scene is cold and white. Clouds are laden all with doubt, And the day hath much of night. Yet I hold secure within Thoughts of spring and summer days, And above the north-wind's din Rise the Thrush's roundelays.

Faced with the choice between changing one's mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everybody gets busy on the proof.