Quotes About Doubt

but once you start doubting,it's hard to know what to believe.

She had reason to doubt him; he was real good at planning but real bad at doing.

It's perfectly fine if you don't believe in these "superstitions." In fact, it's better than fine—it's perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.

He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves.

He's the sort of man who'll go to the airport but won't be able to get on board, she says

It's perfectly fine if you don't believe in these "superstitions". In fact, it's better than fine - it's perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.

I doubt that I can speak for all Dominican men but I doubt they can either.

He who is of little faith looks for support and protection for his faith, because it is preyed upon by fear.

Does anybody out there care? Are we worth saving? What would God want from me, if there is a God? The greatest faith is the willingness to ask in the first place, all evidence to the contrary. Faith not just in God, but in all of us.

The lie had worked so far, but Lacey felt its softness, like a floor of rotten boards beneath her feet.

The greatest faith is the willingness to ask in the first place, all evidence to the contrary. Faith not just in God, but in all of us.

Don't be afraid to ask if you're on the right train.

Doubt is human nature. It's what we do with it that matters.

It's not that I don't believe you," Peter managed. "I'm sorry. It's just that...it's only a story." "Perhaps." She shrugged. "And perheps someday someone will say those very words about you, Peter. What do you say to that?

When he decided they weren't police, he realized he'd been thinking maybe they were.

Maybe. Maybe I'm just talking out of my exhaust pipe, and it wouldn't be the first time.

Sometimes, Stukeley wondered if the captain, in spite of his considerable powers, was blessed with the memory of a goldfish.

What's wrong?" Jacob asked, already jogging down the steps, his hand stretched out to lighten my load if I needed it. "Hey, you okay?" No. I was a liar. And a cheater. And a coward. No different from his barista of a stepmother and his philanderer of a father.

Sometimes...I'd lie awake in the dark, right before dawn, and wonder if I'd ever be glad to see morning again. If I'd ever really come out on the other side.

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Secretly, deep down, everybody on Earth believes they can write poetry, apart from the members of the Poets' Guild, who know they can't.

There's nothing quite like the scriptures for killing faith stone dead. Actually reading them and thinking about what they said evaporated my belief like spit on a hot stove.

The question was, to what extent was he supposed to believe it? Of course, Gignomai had a special way of lying, which involved mostly telling the truth.

That's the thing about belief, you can't make yourself do it. It's like falling asleep or being in love. You can lie there all night desperately wanting to go to sleep, and the more you want the more it doesn't happen. You can really, really want to believe, but if you don't you just don't.