Quotes About Doubt

I ran when the going got tough, because I was so sure it was all going to end badly. The only control I had was to be the one who left, instead of the one who was left behind.

It's become important so quickly. Maybe too quickly. I keep thinking it's too good to be true.

You know the drill, Eva. He's going to keep pushing you away, because he's expecting you to fail him like everyone else has.

I don't trust myself not to fuck this up, and you don't trust that you've got what I need. We trust each other just fine. We can work on the rest together.

I'll never speak to God again.

I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with. And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him.

I self-paralyze myself & wonder what I've got in my head.

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

And of course I didn't know who would marry me now that I'd been where I had been. I didn't know at all.

I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.

And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over:

What did I think was wrong? That made it sound as if nothing was really wrong, I only thought is was wrong.

And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault…

And I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt

Where are you going?' I was about to say, 'Back to the asylum', but the man looked promising, so I changed my mind.

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions

What did I think was wrong? That made it sound as if nothing was really wrong, I only thought it was wrong.

I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't

wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

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There is no reason for the sudden terror, the feeling of condemnation, except that circumstances all mirror the inner doubt, the inner fear.

I feel sick, this week, of having written nothing lately. The Novel got to be such a big idea, I got panicked.

And they have condemned you for being mad. Just like that. Because the fear is already there, and has been for so long. The fear that all the edges and shapes and colors of the real world that have been built up again so painfully with such a real love can dwindle in a moment of doubt, and "suddenly go out" the way the moon would in the Blake poem.