Quotes About Doubt

Most things a person does," she said to the dark liquid of the goblet, "they do for several complicated reasons. I'm rarely certain that my motives are pure.

The sight of her made him understand why he'd lost his faith in God.

I am worried self analysis will lead to spiritual paralysis

After nearly two years of traveling India's spiritual supermarket I'm still a self-occupied, selfish, pathetic, pessimistic bitch who's dropped any faith at first sign that things aren't going well.

I wish I could ask the future whether I should give up or keep trying. Then again, what if trying, even in the face of certain failure, feels as good as accomplishing? What if it's even better? And here we are again.

I wish I could ask the future whether I should give up or keep trying.

I wish I could ask the future whether I should give up or keep trying. Then again, what if trying, even in the face of certain failure, feels as good as accomplishing? What if it's even better? And here we are again.

We were inert targets at which to aim their certainty, and even if we knew they were wrong, the men couldn't even imagine not being right. So many of them would never know what was actually true.

If I let you go are you going to hit me again?" "What do you think?" "Then I'm not going to let you go.

A tip for you-Little Miss Innocent routine only works when there's a credible belief that innocence is possible.

Part of me could do it. Run off and get married. But another part... Another part of me wondered if I could really trust anyone. If all relationships were all doomed.

I watched him, trying to decide if he was lying about how badly he was hurt, and suddenly like throwing open a pair of shutters, I saw the muscles of his back moving beneath his skin, the strength of his shoulders, the long-fingered grace of his hands. I had always known that Mildmay, despite being a good half foot shorter than I, was as muscular and agile as an acrobat, but now I saw that he was beautiful.

the window. 'But that isn't possible.

While I gave up God a long time ago, I never shook the habit of wanting to believe in something. So I replaced my creed of everlasting life with life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

That, to me, is the quintessential experience of living in the United States: constantly worrying whether or not the country is about to fall apart.

They was told it too, perhaps. Does that make it true? Maybe. Maybe not.

What did she want? Frances couldn't tell. She wasn't sure she cared any more. There had been too much dancing back and forth. The night had been over-stretched: it had lost its tension.

She was about to be married, and was frightened to death. And no-one would love her, ever again.

Doesn't it seem to you, now you are here, that anything might be real, since Millbank is?

I'm not so sure about him.

I wondered whether the writer of that one had once wished she was Lizzy, but feared that she was more like Mary; I know I did.

Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Lord, save me!" —MATTHEW 14:29

I'd been right about Jack Holland. He had the kind of face that could make you believe.

think the love is still there but, Hugh, I just don't know if that's enough. When I ask you if you can understand how I feel, I need you to at least try, because otherwise I'm just another lost banana-picker.