Quotes About Doubt

Jesus," said Clary. "I doubt he'd fit (in the wooden box)." " Jace ." Clary was apalled. -Clary & Jace, pg.255-

Clary?" Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. "You do—you still love me, don't you?" "I love Jace Lightwood," she said. "I don't know who you are.

You cannot simply ask whether people look like their demon grandfather!

Tessa knows Will," protested Charlotte. "She trusts Will." "Iwouldn't go that far," muttered Tessa.

You're not happy to see me, then?' Jace said. 'I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.

I do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful," said Linette Owens, "but are you a dangerous lunatic?

But I think you're letting your fear get in the way of what you really want because what you really want is what you're afraid of.

I'm in an on-off relationship at the moment.

I'm afraid I'm moving too fast for you." Lois blew out a breath. "I was afraid you'd decided you didn't want me." "No." He laughed. "That's not a problem. Not at all.

I looked at some of the statues of Jesus they were just stones with no life. When they said that God is three, I was puzzled even more but could not argue. I believed it, simply because I had to have respect for the faith of my parents.

Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

There's an old saying that you should believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see.

You should believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see.

Don't even think it, Loretta Jane." "That's Hunter out there, Uncle Henry." "You don't know that. You wanna part with you hair, girl?

Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?

arms wide and said, 'That's a question

Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.

And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?

It is not wise for a mortal man to gaze too long into the darkness. He comes to see strange shapes and cold imaginings. He comes to doubt all that he once held true.

Talk Back? That's really what it's called? You're supposed to walk into some church basement and say, 'I'm here to learn how to Talk Back'?

I can no longer pretend that I believe in God. It's highly possible that I lost this belief when I started having sexual relationships.

It makes no difference whether you believe all this or you don't. It not only makes no difference to me, but to anything. Things don't wait for you to believe them. They happen. God is not Tinkerbell. He does what he does whether you clap your hands or hide behind the comfort of your disbelief.

But I think it might be fair to say that all the reasons intersect and have one thing in common: too many people can't believe they deserve someone wonderful.

And the best way to make someone unhappy, if not downright unbalanced, is to tell her that what she sees with her own eyes is not there at all.