Quotes About Doubt

No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields.

So easy is it, though many housekeepers doubt it, to establish new and better customs in the place of the old. You need not rest your reputation on the dinners you give.

I remind you that I have no faith. If I sought God, I find myself.

L'hésitation est le propre de l'intelligence.

Well, says Susan, then I must not believe my own eyes. No, indeed, must you not always, answered her mistress; I would not have believed my own eyes against such good gentlefolks.

A second chance—that's the delusion. There never was to be but one. We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

She liked him too much to marry him, that was the point; something told her that she should not be satisfied, and to inflict upon a man who offered so much a wife with a tendency to criticize would be a peculiarly discreditable act.

And if I wavered for the instant it was not with what I kept back.

Which of my two critics was I to believe? I didn't worry about it and very soon made up my mind they were both idiots.

He's the victim of a critical age; he has ceased to believe in himself and he doesn't know what to believe in.

He asked himself whether it could be that he was in love with her, and then hoped he was not; hoped it not so much for his own sake as for that of the amatory passion itself. If this was love, love had been overrated.

It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he were innocent, what then on earth was I?

I don't know, upon my honour, what I'm doing.

Isabel, as she herself grew older, became acquainted with revulsions, with disgusts; there were days when the world looked black and she asked herself with some sharpness what it was that she was pretending to live for.

Quote of the day: Quote of the day: We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art. [info][add][mail][note] Henry James (1843 - 1916)

was all very interesting." She continued to look at me.  "You don't think that," she then simply stated. "What have I to gain

He goes very far, but it's quite possible he doesn't go far enough.

I don't know what's the matter with you, she observed to him once; but I suspect you're a great humbug.

We work in the dark. We do what we can. We give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion our task. The rest is the madness of art.

In short, the truth of the matter was, Nippers knew not what he wanted. Or, if he wanted any thing

I am convinced that we are living in a fool's paradise, that the ground is heaving under our feet. It's not the ground my dear; it's you that are turning somersaults, Madame Grandoni interposed. Ah, you, my friend, you have the happy faculty of believing what you like to believe. I have to believe what I see.

Nu se pref?cu c? se afla acolo din întîmplare; în spontaneitatea ei colÈ›uroas?, neîncrez?toare, nu înc?peau asemenea artificii.

The cynics are right nine times out of ten.

If ever there was a guilty age, this is it. Guilt and hysteria. And at the bottom of it all, like an evil dragon, lies Fear.