Quotes About Doubt

Listen — and do not doubt me, for I shall speak the exact truth. Howard Tracy, I am no more an earl's child than you are!

le Dieu que tu te forges n'est qu'une chimère dont la sotte existence ne se trouva jamais que dans la tête des fous ; c'est un fantôme inventé par la méchanceté des hommes, qui n'a pour but que de les tromper, ou de les armer les uns contre les autres.

eggs. You're a liar! You're another. You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up. Aw—take a walk! Say—if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n your head. Oh, of course you will. Well I will. Well why don't you do it then? What do you keep saying you will for? Why don't you do it? It's because you're afraid. I ain't afraid. You are.

They read those playful trifles in the solidest terms, and decided without hesitancy that if there had ever been any doubt that Dave Wilson was a pudd'nhead — which there hadn't — this revelation removed that doubt for good and all.

Better to Remain Silent and Be Thought a Fool than to Speak and Remove All Doubt

It's not what we don't know that gets us in trouble. It's what we know for sure that just ain't so.

The road to medical school started with a job mowing lawns I was far from sure I could handle.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

Since when did you bring a gun? Navidson asks, crouching near the door. Are you kidding me? This place is scary .

You have to let the water run awhile and even though it remains icy, part of you still refuses to believe it won´t change, especially if you wait a little longer or open up the valve a little more. So you wait but no matter how many minutes run by, you still see no steam, you still feel no heat.

Both pieces are similar in one way:what one could believe, one doubts. Nicoise because one depends upon the moral sense of the filmmaker, The Navidson Record because one depends upon the moral sense of the world.

It's a nice idea but it reeks of hope. False hope.

I looked at my hands. I was holding onto the steering wheel so tightly, all my knuckles where shiny points of white, and my blinker was on, CLICK-click CLICK-click CLICK-click, so certain, so plain, so clear, and yet for all its mechanical conviction, blinking me in the wrong direction.

Please forgive me for thinking faith means certainty.

wondering then if I would ever see her again, sensing I wouldn't, hoping senses were wrong but still not knowing.

I hope it doesn't matter. I have a terrifying feeling that it does.

leaving me with absolutely no sound way to determine where the hell I'm going, though right now going to hell seems like a pretty sound bet.

And to tell you the truth I was never sure I was going to make it until I finally did.

I know I am too late. I'm lost inside and no longer convinced there's a way out.

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.

Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.

For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.

The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that's never a good sign.