Quotes About Doubt

Oh, Myr, he chokes out. I hate having to ask this of you... He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand against his elbow. You know I'd do anything for you and Hil, she says. I like her voice. It's throaty and rich. You'd do anything? my father repeats numbly. Even now? After -? Even now, the woman says firmly.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But

The people must acquire faith in themselves before they are ready to believe in anything beyond themselves.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But what of you? How was your journey to your homelands?

Fear of the unknown is always the most difficult to overcome.

The ones we love most are those we trust least.

Ma vie est un film doublé, mal monté, mal interprété, mal ajusté, une erreur en somme.

Birinin sizi sevebileceÄŸine inan?p inanmad???n? sorars?n?z ona. Hiçbir durumda sevilemeyeceÄŸinizi söyler. Ölüm yüzünden mi? diye sorars?n?z. Evet, der, duygular?n?zdaki bu yavanl?k, bu duraÄŸanl?k yüzünden, denizin siyah olduÄŸu yalan?n? söylemeniz yüzünden.

I was afraid of myself, afraid of God.

Vuestra Reverencia hace de mí un luterano? -preguntó el filósofo con débil sonrisa. -No, amigo mío, temo que no tengáis bastante fe para ser un hereje.

il [Conrad] était de ces gens scrupuleux et délicats que le mépris atteint au cÅ"ur, et qui doutent de leurs prédilections les plus chères, dès qu'ils les voient tourner en ridicule par une maîtresse ou un ami. (p. 144)

As I walk down the halls of Oakridge High, dressed in a black lacy Lolita dress, fishnets, and platform boots, swinging my Beetlejuice lunchbox, I wonder if this really was such a good idea.

Make it a rule, you know, to believe only half the world says.

Why would we 'swing' when we had praying?

and it mightn't be

Verliezen we soms met de komst van de woorden het vertrouwen? Het vertrouwen dat het volk in het bos wel bezit?

It makes you wonder. How much you can know about a thing, a person. If you can know anything at all. Maybe no one's who we think they are. No one. Makes you doubt yourself, wonder if you even know yourself or if you've been lyin, too, along with everybody else.

Our fear is free-floating. We're afraid this isn't the right relationship or we're afraid it is. We're afraid they won't like us or we're afraid they will. We're afraid of failure or we're afraid of success. We're afraid of dying young or we're afraid of growing old. We're more afraid of life than we are of death.

A faithless and perverse generation asketh for a sign, and no sign shall be given unto them.

Whoever believes in a man is very foolish.

Sometimes I prayed so hard for God to materialize at the foot of my bed it would start to happen; then I'd beg it to stop, and it would.

But what's real? You can't find the truth. You just pick the lie you like best. As long as you know that everything's a lie, you can't hurt yourself.

Gradually, I began to resent Christian school and doubt everything I was told. It became clear that the suffering they were praying to be released from was a suffering they had imposed on themselves—and now us. The beast they lived in fear of was really themselves: It was man, not some mythological demon, that was going to destroy man in the end. And this beast had been created out of their fear.