Quotes About Doubt

I never believed in God. Not even at school when my priestly teacher drummed the fear and the guilt into us. I believed that he believed it, all right, but I thought he was mad. Delusional. I thought if somebody had to force you that much to believe in something then it wasn't worth believing, that it wasn't natural, you know?

I try to focus, but I can't. I know why I'm here, and then I don't know why I'm here. I understand, then I don't. I think it's fair, and then I don't. I wish I'd never done what I'd done, and then I'm glad I did.

I feel happy. I want to enjoy this feeling and revel in my good fortune but there's something niggling at me in the back of my mind. There's a little voice whispering to me, "Things are too perfect." It almost feels like the calm before the storm.

They hide well, these rational-thinking concerned people.

When those who have passed through their troubles and come out the other side suddenly with their new beliefs wholeheartedly, it is viewed with cynicism by others. Why? Because when you're in trouble you look harder for answers than those who aren't, and it's those answers that help you through.

Instead, she poured herself another drink. Tinsley was horrible, yes, but at least she was open about it. Callie couldn't help feeling like Brett and Jenny were just as bad … just more secretive. But maybe it was just the wine talking. Maybe.

You are your own best judge. And the best advice I can give is, if you have even the slightest doubt, if you're even thinking of asking yourself or me or anyone else if you're really ready, you're probably not ready.

The everyday was king. And the courtiers were popularization, superficiality, doubt, cynicism. The century was exhausted.

God killed my little sister. That's right, Lev. A little girl, suddenly sick and dead. Everything He touches is destroyed. Casagemas, Apollinaire, Eva, Max Jacob. How do you worship Him, Lev? He's the true destroyer. Satan works out in the open, cards on the table. He gives it to you straight, no games. God plays at sweetness and goodness, and kills you. Who's worse, Satan or God? Satan at least has the decency to show us his real face. So I pay God back with my paintings.

Isn't it better that we send them off once and for all beneath the glow of carnival lights, with the taste of treats on our tongues, rather than invite the acrid tang of doubt, and undue longing, and the heart-stab of a freshly sundered bond?

For let's be honest, who is entirely well, lacking one? I mean throughout your life, so that you can proceed steadily, confidently, and without certain inevitable collapses?

I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.

I love him, I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

She won't win, Eric said. He sounded confident, passionate--everything I might have hoped would be reassuring. You're sure? I asked. Yes, my lover. I'm sure. But you're not here, I observed, and I hung up very gently. He didn't call back.

Sabía que algo no iba bien en Sookielandia.

Nothing is ever clear-cut in Bon Temps. What passes for truth is only a convenient lie. What passes for justice is more spilled blood. And what passes for love is never enough...

I started to say that couldn't happen, that the people I knew wouldn't turn on their friends and neighbors because of an accident of birth. But in the end, I didn't say that, because I wondered if it was the truth.

Maybe' is such a bad word," I said. "You can 'maybe' yourself back to Adam and Eve and the serpent.

Was that justice?" she said. She sounded as though she honestly wanted to know.

My distaste and disapproval for a member of Martin's family made me feel like a bad Christian and a bad wife. I'd often thought being a Christian meant by definition being a bad one, since nothing is more difficult than Christianity, so I was more or less used to that feeling.

There is a lot of scepticism today as to whether memoir is real. But when fiction is done at a certain level there is scepticism as to whether it is really fiction.

Over the years, there's been some cases where people did come up who said they were healed, but really they were not healed. I do believe it's possible for individuals to mentally convince themselves they are, but that does not deny the real healings. That doesn't dismiss the fact that a lot of people are really cured.

I think every player hits a little bit of doubt. But if you are strong, you are supposed to be strong mentally because that's our job and you know what you can do. So you are like, 'A'ight cool, I'ma be all right. I'm going to figure this out.'

When somebody says, 'Do you want to play Dr. Dre in a movie?' I mean, how do you respond to that? My initial response was 'no' because I don't think I can do it ,and I don't want to be the one to mess it up!