Quotes About Doubt

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

Believe in me and die forever.

I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.

How can you possibly believe he really loves you?" Miss Sneezy looks from the Mother to the Saint to Mr. Whittier's hand."You have no choice," Mr. Whittier tells her. "If you need to be loved.

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble.

Why should I believe any of this?' It happens that fast. I say, because I think I like you. Marla says, 'Not love?' This is a cheesy enough moment, I say. Don't push it.

Religions exist because people would rather have a wrong answer than no answer at all.

In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunt by the idea you're wasting your life.

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. Until it's too late. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble. So you just walk home.

Why do I do anything? I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream.

The answer is there is no answer

Don't quote me on any of this. It's been a long time since I've been test­ed

There is no human soul, and I am absolutely for sure seriously not going to fucking cry.

That's the worst aspect of being a writer: managing plausibility.

I don't ex­pect you to un­der­stand," Adam says. "You're still the eight-?year-?old sit­ting in school, sit­ting in church, be­liev­ing ev­ery­thing you're told. You re­mem­ber pic­tures in books. They planned how you'd live your whole life. You're still asleep.

Churches in the outside world, my brother told me, were just the local stores that sold people lies made up in the distant factories of giant religions.

The easy thing to do was give her the ben­efit of the doubt.

Ev­ery­thing they be­lieved in turned out to be wrong.

The paradox: Is God a racist, homophobic, anti- Semitic ass? Or is God testing to see if I am?

Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

I don't know who to believe, all I know is my feathers are on fire.

If you've never been in a fight, you wonder. About getting hurt, about what you're capable of doing against another man.

Debes tener en cuenta la posibilidad de no caerle bien a Dios. Pudiera ser que Dios nos odiara. No es lo peor que podría ocurrir.