Quotes About Doubt

Naturally, the significant results that legitimize a mathematical theory take time to derive, and then even more time to be fully accepted, and of course throughout this time the Insanity-v.-Genius question remains undecided, probably even for the mathematician himself, so that he's developing his theory and cooking his proofs under conditions of enormous personal stress and doubt, and sometimes isn't even vindicated in his own lifetime, etc.

It is at once too noisy and too quiet to do any real work, and I have no ideas that do not seem to me shallow and overwrought.

They never doubt the difference—they just ponder it. It's like a kind of idolatry of uniqueness. It's unvarying and kind of spirit-killing for a Staffer to watch, that the only way your addict ever learns anything is the hard way.

What sort of God would put us here in this goddamned, stinking slaughterhouse of a world?

Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

He was proud of his hatred as of everything else. Always to be right, always to trample forward, and never to doubt, are not these the great qualities with which dullness takes the lead in the world? As

He firmly believed that everything he did was right, that he ought on all occasions to have his own way—and like the sting of a wasp or serpent his hatred rushed out armed and poisonous against anything like opposition. He was proud of his hatred as of everything else. Always to be right, always to trample forward, and never to doubt, are not these the great qualities with which dullness takes the lead in the world?   As

Dreadful doubt and anguish - prayers and fears and griefs unspeakable - followed the regiment. It was the women's tribute to the war. It taxes both alike, and takes the blood of the men, and the tears of the women.

He firmly believed that everything he did was right, that he ought on all occasions to have his own way – and like the sting of a wasp or serpent his hatred rushed out armed and poisonous against anything like opposition. He was proud of his hatred as of everything else. Always to be right, always to trample forward, and never to doubt, are not these the great qualities with which dulness takes the lead in the world?

He was proud of his hatred as of everything else. Always to be right, always to trample forward, and never to doubt, are not these the great qualities with which dulness takes the lead in the world?

God will understand, my lord. And if he doesn't, then he is not God and we need not worry.

he may never be quite sure his picture is the only one which could explain his observations

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

It puzzles the will.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.

Nothing that is so, is so.

All is the fear, and nothing is the love, as little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason.