Quotes About Doubt

But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass?

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances.

The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered. —O, Haines said, you have heard it before? —Three times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily. —You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked . I mean, a believer in the narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a personal God. —There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said. 21

Then, said Cranly, you do not intend to become a protestant? - I said that I had lost the faith, Stephen answered, but not that I had lost selfrespect

a zis ca am niste idei bizare si c-am citit prea mult. inexact. am citit prea putin si am inteles si mai putin. apoi a spus c-am sa ma inapoiez la credinta pentru ca am un spirit nelinistit.(...) i-am spus asta si i-am cerut sase penny. mi-a dat trei.

But I am curious to know are you trying to make a convert of me or a pervert of yourself?

He turned back the way he had come, the rhythm of the engine pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what memory told him. He halted under a tree and allowed the rhythm to die away. He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

Did you hear what I said? asked Stephen, bending towards her. I told you I had no money. I tell you again now. —Well, sure, you will some day, sir, please God, the girl answered after an instant. —Possibly, said Stephen, but I don't think it likely.

I have a deep, deep wound of doubt in my soul... And now I am tired for a while, Berta. My wound tires me.

I have a deep, deep wound of doubt in my soul... And now I am tired for a while, Bertha. My wound tires me.

Was she sincere? Had she really any life of her own behind all her propagandism?

Ah, furchte fruchte, timid Danaides! Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we! A pair of sycopanties with amygdaleine eyes, one old obster lumpky pumpkin and three meddlars on their slies.

They introduced themselves as Agent Jones and Agent Brown — their real names, I later learned, though at the time I didn't believe them.

A healthy skepticism is good, even God-given. However, a need to cynically dismiss anything we cannot personally verify is arrogance. God

Disbelieve hell, and you unscrew, unsettle, and unpin everything in Scripture.

Ben laughed. You think all religions are scams, don't you? Yes, I suppose I do, Epstein said. But the religions are mostly scamming themselves. That they scam others is usually a side-effect.

The human spirit is frail. People believe whatever they need to believe. I feel sorry for all of them.

But the rain gods went away. They ain't coming back, either." "How do you know that?" "They got no reason to. We don't believe in them no more.

I wanted to believe he was mad. Unfortunately, I no longer knew what madness was.

her mouth and the earnestness in her expression were of a kind that made both the celibate and the happily married question the wisdom of their vows.

Preacher," said Temperance, "I don't hold much with religion." "Few do, and of those who profess faith, some take it far too seriously and others consider it a license to misbehave.

Not so fast, baby – let us pause and examine that idea. Why would he want to take you out? Why do they ever want to take us out? As a compliment to us, say they. To show us a good time, to prove the high regard they have for us. They're a pack of goddam liars. In addition to being dirty bastards, and very dumb clucks, they are also goddam liars. There's practically nothing can be said in favour of them, except they're the only ones we've got.

Strange things are said to have happened in this world — some are said to be happening still — but half of them, if I'm any judge, are lies.

Where was the catch? 'Cause I knew one was coming.