Quotes About Doubt

No, she must not begin to doubt. She hated him. She hated him because he had brought turmoil into her life again. And emotion. And bitter regret for all that might have been. She hated him.

He doubtless thought I had you in the bushes ravishing you. Well, she said, you must admit that you had something not too far distant from that on your mind. A kiss? he said. Similar to ravishment? You malign me. I was about to kiss you, Diana, in the tradition of true romance.

Whom was one to believe? Life had become so complicated in the last few weeks that there seemed to be no certainties any longer. And she did not feel that her mind could cope with what was happening.

Had he done the right thing to let her go without a word or a letter? Was he right to leave it so, to disappear from her life?

No, he decided . . . he surely could not have believed for one single moment that it really was all finished between them.

I've seen too much of the beauty of the Lord's creation to ever doubt the Almighty.

It's not easy to be obedient if you suspect your superiors are asses.

God's got a lot of explaining to do. Of course, God never explains. When life breaks your heart, you're just supposed to pick up the pieces and start all over, I guess.

He was aware of his agnosticism, and patient with it. Rather than deny the existence of something he couldn't perceive himself, he acknowledged the authenticity of his uncertainty and carried on, praying in the face of his doubt.

In his own soul, he knew with sudden certainty that it was not rebellion or doubt or even sin that broke God's heart; it was indifference.

And you believe you will succeed, where God has failed me?

Did you think you were the only one? Is it possible that you are so arrogant?" he asked, in tones of wonderment. Sandoz was blinking rapidly now. "Did you think you were the only one ever to wonder if what we do is worth the price we pay? Did you honestly believe that you alone, of all those who have gone, were the single man to lose God? Do you think we would have a name for the sin of despair, if only you had experienced it?

On my best days, I believe in Him with all my heart. And on your worst days? she had asked that night. Even if it's only poetry, it's poetry to live by, Sofia -- poetry to die for, he told her with quiet conviction.

After all, he thought, the one thing an agnostic knows for sure is: you never know.

out whose side they were on. Even Fat

And Johannes Voelker is the last man on Earth I'd choose as a spiritual director for Sandoz, he thought. Shit or get off the pot, my son.

Sometimes I don't know anymore if it really is love. I have been carrying it for so long.

The American religion-so far as there is one anymore-seems to be doubt. Whoever believes the least wins, because he'll never be found wrong.

The American religion—so far as there is one anymore—seems to be doubt. Whoever believes the least wins, because he'll never be found wrong.

The best memoirists stress the subjective nature of reportage. Doubt and wonder come to stand as part of the story.

Bent Bender "Well, if God doesn't exist, who's laughing at us?" —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov One day Lecia rings me up. Tawdry, she says. An adjective meaning crude or trashy or otherwise unseemly, I say. Talk to me. Mother's sleeping with Harold, she says, meaning Daddy's pill-popping nurse, crashing of late in the spare room. Never happen, I say. That man has got to be gay. Happened, she says.

Los mejores están sin convicción, y los peores llenos de apasionada intensidad.

He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.

Our eighty-year-old bookkeeper slash office manager. I love Miss Joyce to pieces, but I seriously doubt she's interested in starting a new relationship.