Quotes About Doubt

My ma always told me that when I found things were too hard to figure out, I could probably bet that I hadn't prayed on it first.

Sounds like you're worried—maybe you have feelings for Miss Dandridge." Narrowing his eyes, William scowled. "You're the Romeo, not me." Tyler studied him for a moment. "Not this time. You look a mite lovesick, if you ask me." "Well, I'm not.

The compliment worked. In hushed tones Aunt Victoria confided in Mrs. Oosterman. The older woman soaked up each detail like a dying plant in need of water. Fanny doubted Mrs. Oosterman's sincerity and thought Aunt Victoria's trust badly placed, but she didn't interfere. In fact, she didn't utter another word throughout the remainder of the meal.

What are you not committed to, only because you don't believe it can be done?

Like a god, / I believe in nothing.

Is this love the trouble you promised?

When writers stop believing in their own stories, readers tend to sense it.

VIOLET: Oh, horseshit, horeshit, let's all say horseshit. Say horseshit, Bill. BILL: Horseshit.

BARBARA: You're never coming back to me, are you, Bill? BILL: Never say never, but . . . BARBARA: But no. BILL: But no.

When faced with remarkability, she wasn't sure she trusted it.

Faith, then, is an assertion of trust, even when our circumstances point in a direction that seems to call into question God's goodness.

Remember the white knight." Though it seemed so long ago, he well remembered their conversation about the chess problem. The white knight had made a move, changed his mind, and started over. "And do you believe this was a good move?" Mr. Benedict had asked. "No, sir," Reynie had answered. "Why, then, do you think he made it?" And Reynie had replied, "Perhaps because he doubted himself.

Why, then, do you think the white player might have done it?" Reynie considered. He imagined himself moving out his knight only to bring it right back to where it started. Why would he ever do such a thing? At last he said, "Perhaps because he doubted himself.

Think there's any more of them down there?' asked Owen cautiously. He hung back, making sure his gun was still cocked. 'I doubt it,' Jack said. 'We'd both be dead by now if there were. Well, you would be.' Owen looked at him. 'You're an inspirational leader, Jack. Have I ever told you that?

Though Castor found the assurance hard to believe, he was inclined to trust Zoyas's judgment.

What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.

Credulity is belief in slight evidence, with no evidence, or against evidence.

The two things I was positive about in life were that I was going to be a teacher at a boarding school or an operative with the CIA posted abroad. I could write a book about all the things I was sure about.

My favorite random email I got was from some guy who wrote: "Mr. Max, with the hope of a six year old on the night before Christmas asking about Santa, I ask the same question: Do you really exist?

That's what I'd like to know," she said.

Are we — um, does this mean —

Pike, Icicle, Flame, Onyx … if it wasn't one of them, who could it be?

Daffodil says it's weird that he has a big shiny treasure but I never get to see it. Daffodil says maybe it doesn't exist at all or maybe he lost it or something. Daffodil says I should hold my breath until you let me see it, but I practiced and it gave me a super big headache so I'mma not do that." "Daffodil has so many helpful thoughts," her mother observed.

DARKSTALKER?!" Winter roared. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?