Quotes About Doubt

It's just so fragile. The growing sense of 'Oh, God, what am I doing Am I any good Will I ever work again' All those questions of self doubt, they do creep in.

I'm sure people will wonder if I could have hit all those home runs had I never taken steroids.

I've heard players, and I'm talking about some of the best players in the league, question whether I've taken steroids or not. Some of the things I hear are pretty funny, and some people are idiots, frankly.

Americans... still believe in an America where anything's possible - they just don't think their leaders do.

I'll know when a song's really awesome, for sure, and I get super stoked, and I'm so high when I'm hearing it back, but then you sit with the record forever. You're mixing it, and you can really just over-think everything.

If what I do prove well, it won't advance. They'll say it's stolen, or else it was by chance.

I don't know why, but I never felt I was gonna stay with the Stones forever, even right from the beginning.

I looked at some of the statues of Jesus; they were just stones with no life. When they said that God is three, I was puzzled even more but could not argue. I believed it, simply because I had to have respect for the faith of my parents.

I've been interested in Eastern religions since I went to college because I was trying to figure out where I stood with Catholicism.

I bombed in front of 5,000 people. Anybody that's ever stood in front of 5,000 people that don't like them can tell you, it's an energy associated with that. You don't want to feel that. You ask yourself, 'Do you really really want to do this?'

I've written out itineraries for baby sitters with years of experience. I've gotten up in the middle of the night and stood over my children's sleeping bodies just to make sure they're breathing, and breathing well. In short, I'm the worst Jewish mother in the world. I make Alexander Portnoy's mother look like a laid-back Earth mama.

I didn't tell anybody about my plan because I was convinced my family or friends would stop me. I didn't think much about what would happen afterwards.

Journalism, spooked by rumors of its own obsolescence, has stopped believing in itself. Groans of doom alternate with panicked happy talk.

I have never stopped considering not becoming a writer.

I was very aware of the fact we were so out of fashion when I shot 'Chicago.' And I was trepidatious as to whether it would be seen or embraced by anybody, but I've never stopped believing in the genre. There's nothing like it. It's American-born.

In around 2000, I became aware of a recurring problem of the 'tightness' around my cueing action, which somehow stops me believing that I can play the shot - even shots I could previously play with my eyes shut.

There's always been a religious strain in me. I can't get rid of it. I don't want to get rid of it. I'm not involved in a church, but I understand that impulse to believe in something that's never going to betray you.

I have a strange combination of fearlessness and massive insecurity.

I've been an atheist since I was nine years old. And my mom is really religious, so we have a strange relationship. But if my mother was right, what would be the reason that the gods could let anything bad happen in the world?

I find it strange the way human nature wants heroes and yet wants to destroy their heroes. It's a kind of mass insecurity people want something to look up to and get a buzz off but, at the same time, want to destroy it because it makes them feel insecure.

Most people just settle - for a job or relationship, or where we live. Here's the strange thing though: when you start going outside the box and questioning things, then people - because we're taught this - start ridiculing you.

En Bram was zijn zoon. Juist omdat hij het niet was - van je eigen zoon zou je verplicht zijn te houden, waardoor je altijd moest twijfelen of je het wel echt deed; van Bram hield hij omdat het Bram was.

At best the chaotic river, alive in the senses briefly, is discountable, has no standing in definition; before the severity of Cartesian doubt, it does not exist

The three angels were called Truth, Courage, and Compassion. These seemed very old-fashioned words. Corny, even. Little Fearless had no time for fancy words like that. She'd have been more convinced that the angels represented something real if they had been named Doubt, Cruelty, and Revenge. Or Anger, Confusion, and Indifference. These seemed to be the powers that ran the world.