Quotes About Doubt

Who put a "stop payment" on my reality check?

Theories are great, they sound great, but the minute you are asked to prove one in actual life, why the thing blows up.

What you undoubtedly want is about two paragraphs of facts. I've forgotten so many of the facts. I don't remember what is true and what might have been true... As for the picture — I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

I considered atheism, but there weren't enough holidays.

Philosophy is questions that may never be answered. Religion is answers that may never be questioned.

Religion is being locked in and you can't get out; atheism, the other side of the door.

Religion seems to have a way of making people abandon logic.

Better dead sure than sure dead.

If you don't think it's safe, it probably isn't.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going nowhere, in opposite directions.

In college he had been too much engrossed with other things to listen to the arguments, or to be influenced by the general atmosphere of unbelief

Fabiano estirou o beiço, duvidando.

I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.

When we are not sure, we are alive.

Everyone who had reason to work with him agreed that he'd changed. A lot of his confidence seemed to have gone. He was less sure of himself, less prepared to take a risk or two, somehow smaller. Maybe it was something that would pass, said some. Maybe not.

The modern superstition is that we're free of superstition.

The thing is, when everyone is trying to persuade you that a thing you know to be true isn't actually true, you start to believe them: not because it is true but because it's easier. It's just the easy way out.

I'm not at all sure yet. I'm absolutely

You don't know if he's pissed or just laughing at you.

There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on--a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.

In fact, in this modern England of ours, this fatherland of snobdom, one passes one's life in a see-saw of doubt, between the Scylla and Charybdis of those two antithetical social dangers: You are always afraid you may get to know somebody you yourself do not want to know, or may try to know somebody who does not want to know you.

Had David Hawthorne, by another name, achieved the immortality he'd paid for? Or had he died somewhere along the way? There was no answer. The most that could be said, at any moment, was that someone existed who knew – or believed – that they'd once been David Hawthorne. And so Peer had made the conscious decision to let that be enough.

Sometimes I wonder if my stability has anything to do with me; maybe the real constant is the way I've been prepared. Maybe an infinite number of different people, put through the same process, would all emerge the same. Have all emerged the same. I don't know.

Don't keep a girl guessing too long, or she'll find the answer somewhere else.