Quotes About Doubt

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.

Io ti amo, e siccome voglio che tu non ne dubiti, te lo ripeto, io ti amo, e torno a ripeterlo, ti amo, così potrai sempre rinfacciarmelo, se ti dicessi un giorno ch'erano parole sfuggite nell'emozione di donarti la mia verginità.>>

My arguments were beginning to sound a little strained to me, too. I was in the position of a priest trying to sell religion.

I did not believe in evil as an active force, only as a matter of viewpoint, yet I had seen enough to make me question my philosophy.

Tengo miedo de creer que el amor es tan sólo un poema inventado por mí.

Was I thinking that everything would turn out all right in the long run? That it was the fair thing to happen, that it was due me? That things could go wrong only to a point? Some atheist with such beliefs!

Amy, since when do you have a boyfriend?

That was when I started to worry about what was going to happen to me.

If there is a Mount Everest," I remind him. "We learned about it in school, so it might be total baloney.

have done it. I'm not that stupid." The sad part is that Mr. Solway can't find his Medal of

Every day is getting worse Do the same things and they hurt I don't know if I should cry All I know is that I'm tryin' I wanna believe in you, I wanna believe in you So why can't you be, be good to me....

Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel: sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.

I couldn't help wondering, is my husband so unattractive that no woman has ever wanted him? Except me, of course. I must have wanted him, in a way, once, but I've forgotten why, and I was too young to know what I was choosing.

They haven't left us much to believe in, have they?--even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home or vaguer than a human being.

It didn't matter anyway...he wasn't made for peace, he couldn't believe in it. Heaven was a word: hell was something he could trust.

It infuriated him to think that there were still people in the state who believed in a loving and merciful God. There are mystics who are said to have experienced God directly. He was a mystic, too, and what he had experienced was vacancy--a complete certainty in the existence of a dying, cooling world, of human beings who had evolved from animals for no purpose at all.

If you have abandoned one faith, do not abandon all faith. There is always an alternative to the faith we lose. Or is it the same faith under another name?

With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.

Doubt is the heart of the matter. Abolish all doubt, and what's left is not faith, but absolute, heartless conviction. You're certain that you possess the Truth -- inevitably offered with an implied uppercase T -- and this certainty quickly devolves into dogmatism and righteousness, by which I mean a demonstrative, overweening pride in being so very right, in short, the arrogance of fundamentalism.

But if I start believing that, then I have to believe in your God. I'd have to love your God. I'd rather love the men you slept with.

The Lord is my shepherd. But if we are sheep why in heaven's name should we trust our shepherd? He's going to guard us from the wolves all right, oh yes, but only so that he can sell us later to the butcher.

Heaven was a word: hell was something he could trust.

I think, for the writer, rather as for the priest, there isn't such a thing as success.