Quotes About Doubt

Everything is indeed permitted if God does not exist, and man is in consequence forlorn, for he cannot find anything to depend on within or without himself."1

And because we look for the bonfire, we miss the candle. Because we listen for the shout, we miss the whisper. But it is in burnished candles that God comes, and through whispered promises he speaks: "When you doubt, look around; I am closer than you think.

Everything in us presses toward decision, even toward the wrong decision, just to be free of the anxiety that precedes any big step in life.

It was a painful week, swung between doubt and hope. I knew that tension well. It is just the same before I begin to write a book or a poem. It is the tension of being on the brink of a major commitment, and not being quite sure whether one has it in one to carry it through - the stage where the impossible almost exactly balances the possible, and a thistledown may shift the scales one way or another.

There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.

The world had taken a deep breath and was having doubts about continuing to revolve.

There is nothing quite so tragic as a young cynic, because it means the person has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.

In my twenties in San Francisco I became a sophisticate and an acting agnostic. It wasn't that I had stopped believing in God; it's just that God didn't seem to be around the neighborhoods I frequented.

I don't know how

I have written eleven books, but each time I think, 'uh oh, they're going to find out now. I've run a game on everybody, and they're going to find me out.

In later years I asked her if she loved me and she brushed me off with; God is love. Just worry about whether you're being a good girl, then He will love you.

She wanted happily ever after more than he could possibly know. She wanted forever. Problem was, she just wasn't sure she believed in it anymore. It was why she clung to her fiction so much. She immersed herself in books because there she could be anyone and it was easy to believe in love and happily ever after

I hope you find what you're looking for," Micah said. "I've already stopped looking," Damon said quietly. "It's kind of hard to look for something you've stopped believing in.

You don't want me. How could you? You know nothing about me.

His words put an ache in her heart. She wanted happily ever after more than he could possibly know. She wanted forever. Problem was, she just wasn't sure she believed in it anymore. It was why she clung to her fiction so much. She immersed herself in books because there she could be anyone and it was easy to believe in love and happily ever after.

No matter what she heard, how could she think it? I love her, damnit. How could she not know?

When in doubt, call for back-up.

You're a hard-core cynic

Her questioning would

Oh, that's just great. I come all the way back here, risking major brain cell burnout, and you don't even believe me? I'm basically guaranteeing myself a lifetime of heartbreak, and all you have to say is that you think I'm not right in the head?

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

oh my god, she said are you going to be reasonable about this?

How do I know Michael hasn't met some other girl? Some Floridian girl, with long,sun-streaked hair, and a tan,and breasts? Who has access to the Internet and isn't cooped up in a palace with her crazy grandma,a homeless,Speedo-wearing prince and a freakish,hairless miniature poodle?

But do I want his tongue on my mouth?