Quotes About Doubt

The only thing she could be certain of was that she existed. All else was suspect, even her own thoughts.

How am I supposed to know which religion is the true religion? he wondered. Just because someone follows a certain faith does not necessarily mean it is the right path.… Perhaps no one religion contains all of the truth of the world. Perhaps every religion contains fragments of the truth and it is our responsibility to identify those fragments and piece them together. Or perhaps the elves are right and there are no gods. But how can I know for sure?

I find myself wondering if I have made the right decision.

But what will they want us to do once we are in their grasp? Will they respect the Varden's pact with the elves and send us to Ellesméra for training, or command otherwise? Jörmundur strikes me as an honorable man, but the rest of the council? I can't tell.

It was a strange universe. The more she learned, the stranger it seemed, and she doubted she would ever find the answers to all her questions.

As she'd learned through painful experience, second-guessing could be every bit as deadly as overreacting.

Alone in my room, I don't feel alone. It's as if I have two shadows instead of one, and this second shadow doesn't conform to my movements. It follows me, it gives the impression it will never leave me, but it does what it wants. I worry that in time I will do what it wants.

Yet I have to wonder if I have lost the song because I have become the song. If I have lost my Lord because I do indeed desire to be what I will become. A lover who hates, a saint who sins, and an angel who kills.

Suddenly I was afraid. Afraid of nothing, that most awful of fears.

But desperate people often forget their religion when they need it most.

it really did seem as though the company didn't want the project undertaken at all.

What? I ask. I don't get anything about this day. Everything is just off. Are you sure? Am I sure where I live? Yeah. Steeple Drive. Your cabin is on this road? Is it just me, or is everything I'm saying slightly freaking you out?

Was she always that friendly? I joke. She saw Robert. At least I got that out of her. Maybe she buried him in the backyard. Stop. Did you smell it in there? Yes. That wasn't a normal smell. That wasn't the sort of something's-gone-bad-in-the-garbage smell. That was the sort of Dahmer-next-door smell. Stop it. I'm serious, I say. It's probably just some dead animal. Oh, well, in that case, it's fine.

Part of me doesn't even know if we're together. I mean, we are-she likes me, and I want to run off to Mexico with her. So yeah, that's together, right? I guess I don't need a ring or anything.

You begin to suspect that Cousin-Brother-in-Law and Nyasha are not being honest, that they found each other because neither possesses the hardiness success requires, so they have dressed discouragement up in the glamour of intellect.

in August 1976, a raging George Steinbrenner offered this morale-booster: "You will never be able to pitch in this league.

The reason [Senator Charles Sumner of Massachusetts] doesn't believe in the Bible is because he didn't write it himself.

What did I really think fifteen years ago? A nonbeliever, I felt guilty in the midst of all those believers. And since it seemed to me that they were in the right, I decided to believe, as you might decide to take an aspirin: It can't hurt and you might get better.

Man's principle trait is a readiness to believe anything. Otherwise, how could the Church have survived for almost two thousand years in the absense of universal gullibility?

we read novels because they give us the comfortable sensation of living in worlds where the notion of truth is indisputable, while the actual world seems to be a more treacherous place.

El diablo no es el príncipe de la materia, el diablo es la arrogancia del espíritu, la fe sin sonrisa, la verdad jamás tocada por la duda.

But what use is the unicorn to you if your intellect doesn't believe in it?

Scratch the heresy and you will find the leper. Every battle against heresy wants only this: to keep the leper as he is.

The devil is not the prince of matter; the devil is the arrogance of spirit, faith without smile, truth that is never seized by doubt. The devil is grim because he knows where he is going, and, in moving, he always returns from whence he came.