Quotes About Doubt

She believed in nothing. Only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

Nothing looked real; I felt surrounded by cardboard scenery which could suddenly be removed. The world was waiting, holding its breath, making itself small -

And here I always thought morality was useless

Hope is for people who can't see the Truth.

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

Anytime somebody is absolutely certain about something, they are almost always absolutely wrong

Perhaps I should call the Guinness Book people. I wondered what the world record was for not being sure whether you committed a string of murders?

Deborah looked at me with a frown, and I frowned back. What Alana said made sense, of course, especially to someone untroubled by human feelings, like I used to be. It was clinically cold reasoning, serpentine but clear, and that certainly fit what we were coming to know about Alana. And yet—something was wrong with it, whether it was the way she said it or something else, I couldn't say; it didn't quite add up for me.

Not with me there," I said, and although I admit it sounded rather boastful, not at all my usual style of modest self-effacement, I really did believe it. "Really, Jackie, this guy is not capable of any real surprises.

Deborah snapped me out of my pathetic fugue by slapping her hands on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it," she said. "I just don't fucking trust her." I

But why?" I said. And because I like to give as good as I get, I added, "Don't you like who you are?" The

This is going to be awesome," Jackie gurgled. Deborah did not appear to agree.

Deborah led me away from it and over to the far end of the room. "Dexter," she said, "promise me you didn't kill this guy.

when I added it all up, I realized what I had: a very strong possible maybe something or not, which might or might not be an actual threat or not. Or

I do the math. On one side: Anderson, the entire police force, the media, and most likely the pope himself. On the other side, my innocence. This does not add up to a terribly encouraging bottom line.

And as the night dragged on, so did the terrible, dreary introspection. Had I been misleading myself my entire life?

And when I added it all up, I realized what I had: a very strong possible maybe something or not, which might or might not be an actual threat or not. Or something.

I began to wonder if perhaps I was still lying somewhere, tied up and drugged, and hallucinating all this. The idea was very comforting—but my stomach was growling, and my chest hurt where Debs had poked me, and I realized that something so unpleasant was probably true, and that meant I had to deal with it.

There's a very ancient and wise saying of our people, he said. When in doubt, go shopping. [Brian]

Fine," I said, pulling into the very last slot in the parking lot. "See you then." " 'Tis devoutly to be wished," Brian said, and hung up. I sat there in astonishment for a moment; had my brother really just quoted Hamlet? Perhaps

so the first inclination of the uncertain is to accept that which seems easy.

You know, Lincoln, my father always said you can never trust anybody when they answer a question with a question.

Jeffery Deaver

What's your name?" "Stu." He eyed me carefully. "You were asking some things? In the store?" His statements were inflected as questions. I