Quotes About Doubt

Miss Barnes clearly didn't know what in the world to do. She was twenty-four years old, for heaven's sake.

Remember your ABC?" he'd ask, so often it got irritating. "Accept nothing. Believe nothing. Check everything," Christina would answer.

Cecilia didn't care what the fine print said about free will and God's mysterious ways and blahdy-blah. If God had a supervisor, she would have sent off one of her famous letters of complaint a long time ago. "You have lost me as a customer.

I think I'm falling for a red herring here,

even when the spotting finally stopped, I didn't believe I was having a baby. Even when every ultrasound was normal. Even when I could feel the baby kicking and rolling, even when I was going to prenatal classes, choosing a crib, washing the baby clothes, and even when they were telling me, Okay, you can push now, I still didn't believe I was having a baby. Not an actual baby. Until she cried. And I thought, That sounds like a real newborn baby. And

I never believed it. That day in the Port-a-loo, while the world's largest lemon meringue pie baked, I was convinced I was having my last miscarriage. But then the bleeding stopped. It was just "spotting," as the medical world cheerily calls it. A spot of rain. A spot of bother. But even when the spotting finally stopped, I didn't believe I was having a baby.

Maybe, thought Alice fearfully, the other Alice who has been living my life for the last ten years isn't very nice.

It was the not knowing. The not fucking knowing.

was nervous, when she didn't

John-Paul?" TWO If this is a joke," said Tess, "it's not funny.

And maybe she didn't need to go ahead with the Plan after all. Maybe it was going to be OK. Maybe that clamping sensation around her head was gone.

I don't know why I stay. I don't know why I deserve this. I don't know why you do this, why we do this, why this keeps happening. "Celeste,

she wasn't sure if she was even that enthusiastic a fan of God anymore. He seemed to have dropped the ball a long time ago. Appalling things happened to children, across the world, every single day. It was inexcusable.

She was all-powerful when she knew without doubt that she was in the right. But how often did you know for sure that you were right? Hardly ever.

Connie could make her feel slow and bovine; the way she'd suddenly snap her head around and bark a question that would leave Margie fumbling for an answer.

There was a certain age, Cecilia had noticed, before people stooped or trembled, but where they didn't seem to trust their bodies in quite the same way as they once had.

Well, anyway, she certainly was not worried that John-Paul was having an affair. Definitely not. It wasn't a possibility. Not even a remote possibility. He wouldn't have time for an affair! When would he fit it in? He did travel a bit. He could fit in an affair then.

He wasn't falling for the lie, she could tell. He didn't need to believe it as badly as her parents did.

You don't want to be you anymore. Of course you don't. Who would?

What a load of crap, thought Frances, while simultaneously thinking, Please let it be true.

truth be told, if she ever had time to think about it, she wasn't sure if she was even that enthusiastic a fan of God anymore. He seemed to have dropped the ball a long time ago. If God had a supervisor, she would have sent off one of her famous letters of complaint a long time ago. "You have lost me as a customer.

Accept nothing. Believe nothing. Check everything,

long time for her to reinstall her personality after he'd systematically taken it apart, making her doubt her every thought.

When truth be told, if she ever had time to think about it, she wasn't sure if she was even that enthusiastic a fan of God anymore. He seemed to have dropped the ball a long time ago.