Quotes About Doubt

Personally, I always wondered about authors and celebrities who loudly declared there was no God. It was usually when they were healthy and popular and being listened to by crowds. What happens, I wondered, in the quiet moments before death? By then, they have lost the stage, the world has moved on. If suddenly, in their last gasping moments, through fear, a vision, a late enlightenment, they change their minds about God, who would know?

What happened next depends on how much you believe.

Still, I never considered what I would do if I called for the Lord and He actually appeared before me.

What we give to fear, we take away from...faith.

When people don't believe in something, they're lost.

I needed help. Why didn't you help me? . . . God . . . forgives me. Why didn't you?

What did you expect the Lord to look like? Don't we always say, 'If only we could see God, we would know he was real'? What if He has finally given us a chance to see Him? Is it still not enough?

Worry is something you create ... to fill a void [of] faith

sometimes those stories, like the presence of the Lord, are hard to believe. Unless believing is what makes them true.

Does this prove what we believe? If you believe it, you don't need proof.

Worry is something you create. Why would we create worry? To fill a void. A void of what? Faith.

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too - even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling.

Kadang-kadang kita tak boleh percaya kepada yang kita lihat, kita harus percaya kepada yang kita rasakan. Dan jika ingin orang lain percaya kepada kita, kita harus merasa bahwa kita dapat mempercayai mereka juga--bahkan meskipun kita sedang dalam kegelapan. Bahkan ketika kita sedang terjatuh.

Why would they want to?

Worry is something you create." "Why would we create worry?" "To fill a void." "A void of what?" "Faith.

Then, after showing the pill and some graphics, those same people appeared again, looking happier. The Reb and I watched in silence. After it ended, he asked, Do you think those pills work? Not like that, I said. No, he agreed. Not like that.

Why would God sleep?

blurt out was "Why?

you were really God," I seethed, "you would have stopped him.

Let us remove God from the equation, shall we?

I was in heaven, I was in hell, Believe in neither, But fear them as well.

Not—please understand me—that I was convinced that I had made a mistake; no, I was merely unconvinced that I had not made a mistake. I was, in other words, confused.

A little paranoia crawls into my lap, purring loudly.

I know I'm standing still, but I feel like I've stumbled and I'm starting to fall.