Quotes About Doubt

I'm worried about Daniel. If what Emma suspects is true, and Othman was at Low Mede last night…" "Daniel wasn't there. There's nothing to worry about." "If Louis was telling the truth. You know Othman was interested in talking to Daniel." "Owen, you're paranoid!" Lily said. "What are you afraid of? That Pev has seduced your beloved?

He sounded sceptical, but Othman sensed the hope in his words, that dreary, desperate hope. He smiled.

She appeared to be confused as if Finnigin's questions had thrown her into a state where she herself had begun to ask questions.

My easy conviction that everything that had happened had only been the product of my imagination was shattered now.

She would not give herself to this man completely. He had a lot more to prove to her before she'd do that.

Lily found herself wondering whether his story was genuine. Perhaps he only wanted it to be. A sad chord sounded in her heart. He seemed at once lonely and deluded, waiting for the saviour he called Azazel. Lily felt Shem wold only laugh at him. No, she thought bitterly. He'll seduce him, then laugh.

There were too many unexplained noises, too many echoes, too many vacilliating shadows.

Aninka regarded Taziel speculatively. She could swear that he'd somehow decided to keep Daniel for himself, but she wasn't sure of his reason for that. Simple altruism just didn't ring true.

Shan felt he'd lost the closeness he enjoyed with his mentor, because the others were there.

You have a beautiful face, mister. I'd hate to think of it pecked away.

Avirzah'e bowed in my direction, perhaps a little too extravagantly to be sincere.

Sexual partners who dropped you without a word caused the most horrible of self-doubts.

He did not want to believe in ghosts, and he feared his own madness.

Maybe you are turning, Khaster. Maybe you're not as chaste and holy as you like to think.

love's shadow is jealousy.

sayin so don't make it so

For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don't believe, no proof is possible.

Apparently I can't prove the chair I'm sitting on exists, because I only think it exists because my bum tells me it does and I can't empirically trust my bum to tell the truth...' 'That what it says?' 'Far as I can tell, one of the great philosophical minds of the eighteenth century thinks my arse is a liar.

In all epochs, there were at first doubts and the fear of stepping forth and speaking out, but the attribute that spurred the warriors on was hope. And the act. Seldom was there a despair or a sense of hopelessness. Some of those on the sidelines, the spectators, feeling helpless and impotent, had by the very nature of the passionate act of others become imbued with hope themselves.

Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.

I no longer know that story. The narrator is unreliable.

Eva said, Are you sure that it's my husband, Dr Brian Beaver, she's carrying on with? Only he's not the type. "He's a man, isn't he?" Said Nicola.

I've read too many books to believe what I am told.

It ain't necessarily so that it ain't necessarily so.