Quotes About Doubt

I liked it better when you couldn't be so sure. When terrifying rumors were distant enough to be a UFO at the bottom of Loch Ness. When the horribly compelling train-wreck tragedies of less fortunate people's lives were only as real as you let them be. Just a cover of a magazine, a black-and-white photo on some late-night commercial for a charity. Now confirmation is just a mouse click away.

The author, John Steinbeck, had been a pussy, too afraid to make anything happen. He'd abandoned his characters to suffer. As had God.

she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing so she won't commit to anything.

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us.

Cuándo dejó el futuro de ser una promesa para convertirse en una amenaza?

The truth is, Gentle Tweeter, I am always testing their love.

Todo apóstol o discípulo, cuando está corriendo detrás de su salvador, también está corriendo para escapar de otra cosa.

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. Until it's too late.

Por favor, enséñenme una sola cosa en el mundo que sea lo que parece.

You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, in all probability he hates you. It's not the worst thing that could happen.

Por qué hago nada? —dice—. Tengo suficiente educación como para disuadirme a mí misma de hacer cualquier cosa. Para deconstruir cualquier fantasía. Para convencerme de abandonar cualquier meta. Soy tan lista que puedo negarme cualquier sueño.

Me he pasado la vida atacándolo todo porque me daba demasiado miedo arriesgarme a crear algo... Nunca nada estaba bien —dice mi madre—, o sea que al final de mi vida no me queda nada.

What you have to consider," he says, is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that can happen.

the remaining journalists convinced themselves that no absolute truths existed.

Your best authorial self is always one about to ruin the story.

Honestly, you ask me, I think it's aliens," she said, fast putting an end to her moment as the voice of sanity.

God, he knew, helped those who helped themselves. But wasn't God also there to catch you if you fell?

You need to march your doubt out into a field and put a .357 round in the back of its head. Let its death soak into the earth, grow the wheat, make bread from its blood. Because, for real, fuck doubt. Fuck doubt right in its wax-clogged ear.

They couldn't invent answers and assume they were true because they hadn't yet disproved them.

It was terrible, being married to someone who thinks the worst of you.

I wanted him to reassure me, and when I saw he wasn't going to, I thought, This is when the shit hits the fan.

And I have no idea if I can do this. She sent a brief, heartfelt prayer to the BDSM gods, wherever they might be. "That

Then-then I'm not going to die? Well, then-crap!-what am I doing here, Anyway?

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?