Quotes About Doubt

It is true, of course, that there is no way of knowing for sure whether or not you can trust someone, for the simple reason that circumstances change all of the time.

The truth is that you can never be sure if you have decided on the right thing until the party is over, and by then it is too late to go back and change your mind, which is why the world is filled with people doing terrible things

They can teach you anything. That doesn't mean you learn it. It doesn't mean you believe it.

Just because something is typed -- whether it is typed on a business card or typed in a newspaper or book -- this does not mean that it is true.

Nobody´s going to throw you overboard," Violet said impatiently, although I´m sorry to tell you that Violet was wrong about that.

Nobody knows anything at all. We have no idea what is happening. We are all bewildered.

It was like the growing distance I felt inside myself, between the person I wanted to be, the brave volunteer who would soon triumph against evil treachery, and the person I was, sitting in a room with damp socks and a bump on his head, turning a compass around and around in his hands. What are you doing here? I thought. What good are you? But I did not know if I was talking to the compass or the boy who was holding it.

Most men would kill the truth if truth would kill their religion.

It doesn't take much to make the daily round with one's employer work smoothly. A couple of 'yessirs' when you know that 'not on your life' is the thing to say. A few expressions of doubt about things you've spent your life perfecting. Forgetting to make use of the information that negates his hastily formed but deliciously convenient theories. It doesn't take much but it takes about 98.5 per cent more than I've ever considered giving

Sometimes you're not even sure which of your stories were failures. There are things I've written that I thought were complete catastrophes when I finished with them that have gone on to generate some of my most positive feedback.

She was beautiful, and Tristan was willing to bet she didn't think so. The truly beautiful ones never did.

To accept anything on trust, to preclude critical application and development, is a grievous sin.

I have many times thought I did the wrong thing, but the reason was not to be a medical doctor - it was just to have the information. But then, maybe I was wrong, I don't know.

All this bit about angels and all the different religions, it's based on something. I think anything's possible. I believe in everything until it's disproved.

Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God. Really.

There are so many people that don't believe in themselves and don't have faith.

Ik zal met mijn verstand niet kunnen begrijpen waarom ik bid en toch zal ik blijven bidden.

My principal sin is doubt. I doubt everything, and am in doubt most of the time.

When Levin thought what he was and what he was living for, he could find no answer to the questions and was reduced to despair; but when he left off questioning himself about it, it seemed as though he knew both what he was and what he was living for, acting and living resolutely and without hesitation.

I doubted it. Some people say trying is all that matters, but unfortunately it's only the first step. Sometimes you're got to catch a break and win one, too. You've got to stand up on the bar and do the antler dance. Plus, as I now knew as well as anyone, people really suck at consoling themselves.

Mila punched me in the arm. Don't get goofy on me, Jigsaw! Ghosts are not real. And they don't write books! I'll say this for Mila. She's got a pretty good right hand. My arm ached for the rest of the day.

Much later, as he sat with his back against an inside wall of a Motel 6 just north of Phoenix, watching the pool of blood lap toward him, Driver would wonder whether he had made a terrible mistake. Later still, of course, there'd be no doubt. But for now Driver is, as they say, in the moment. And the moment includes this blood lapping toward him, the pressure of dawn's late light at windows and door, traffic sounds from the interstate nearby, the sound of someone weeping in the next room.

It's just that it's hard to believe in greatness...

whom we do not believe. Who we know does not exist.