Quotes About Doubt

Springsteen and Julianne Phillips were married. The story moved from Patti Scialfa's early career to her current state of bliss and ended with gushings of the "they were clearly meant for each other" variety. Oh yeah, right. Like that marriage would last. I

It's hard to have faith in your fellow man when you're forced to look at some of his handiwork.

There are moments in every investigation when my speculations about what's possible cloud and confuse any lingering sense I have of what's actually true. I wanted to check out my intuitions. The

too, though she felt less sure

God fills us with all sorts of yearnings that go against the grain of the world—but the fact those yearnings often come to nothing, well, I doubt that's God's doing." She cut her eyes at me and smiled. "I think we know that's men's doing.

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

You said you're not like other men. Well, I'm not like other women-you've said so yourself. I have ambitions as men do. I'm racked with longings. I'm selfish and willful and sometimes deceitful. I rebel. I'm easy to anger. I doubt the ways of God. I'm an outsider everywhere I go. People look on me with derision. And you would still have me?

So I taught Sunday school and brought dishes to all manner of potlucks and tried to adjust the things I heard from the pulpit to my increasingly incongruent faith.

I wanted to know, and I didn't want to know. I was all hung up in limbo.

Senti, so che le tue intenzioni erano buone quando hai creato il mondo e tutto quanto ma come hai potuto permettere che si allontanasse da te in questo modo? Com'è che non ti sei attenuto alla tua idea originale di paradiso?

I didn't know to call it religion back then, didn't know Amen from what-when

I began to glimpse the chasm that lay between the inclinations of my soul and my ability to carry them out. I had had a clear, pure moment of knowing that compelled me to risk my religion and move beyond patriarchy at church and within my spiritual life, but actually doing it? Now that was something else altogether...Yes, I was withering within these things. Internally I felt trapped.

I'm racked with longings. I'm selfish and willful and sometimes deceitful. I rebel. I'm easy to anger. I doubt the ways of God. I'm an outsider everywhere I go.

That's how it turned out in the end, but in the first months after my return from California, we experienced doubt and tension. I woke every day to uncertainty about my marriage.

It seemed like I was holding back a reservoir of doubt, pain, and disillusionment

Either they were so terrified that they felt compelled to lie and boast of the greatness of their Leader, or they sincerely believed everything they were telling me. I could not decide which was worse.

What if we were the instigators of his doubt, what if he was beginning to realize that everything he had known thus far was a lie, and that we were the ones who held the key to truth? We agreed that we would never sit with him again, not even if he asked. "A dinner with us might get him killed," Katie said. I wanted to dismiss the comment as the melodrama of a twenty-three-year-old, but I knew it wasn't that. In North Korea, such a consequence was entirely possible.

The superstitious, bound in to saucy doubts and fears, degenerate into cowards and die many times before their deaths.

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At the moment, I think we each genuinely believed ourselves to be the protagonist, and the other a naive and pardonable walk-on whose role might even have a tragic end. Still, it was good to trade compassion in that large and chilly room, regardless if one of us, or perhaps both of us, would turn out to be mistaken.

If people believe you're brave you may not only half believe them but even draw a spurious courage from their delusion.

I'm too much of a coward to be an atheist," I said. "I couldn't bear not to believe in anything. I have to believe there's God

His lower jaw dropped. "You don't believe me?" She rolled her eyes at the strange metallic ceiling. "Can a politician talk?" "Excuse me?" "Can a gun shoot?" "If it's loaded with a projectile. " She

That was the thing I hated, that I'd made such a lousy choice. But I didn't. You set out to convince me you were exactly what I was looking for. I had no reason to mistrust you. You lied, I didn't.