Quotes About Doubt

Somebody you busted?" Amanda asked matter-of-factly.

You're sure it was Loving?" "Yes. That's exactly the kind of strategy he'd choose. There's no doubt it was him." I was aware of the corollary to that conclusion: Loving would know too—because of the escape strategy—that I was the opponent he was now playing against.

Okay," Simpson said. "You got

Accept nothing, Believe no one, Challenge everything. It's the only law I live by.

Show me one who isn't

Accept nothing, believe no one, and challenge everything

I don't know," sighed

embarrassed, and Maisie wondered if she might later ask

Sebastian felt sure Bruno's father wasn't the kind of man who would share a front door with someone else.

This change step involves attacking your lifetrap on an intellectual level. In order to do this, you must prove that it is not true, or at least that it can be changed. You must cast doubt on the validity of your lifetrap. As long as you believe that your lifetrap is valid, you will not be able to change it.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in...

This can't be true but I remember it.

She leaned toward him and said in a quiet voice, Are you Christian? Mitchell hesitated to answer. The worst thing about religion was religious people.

The worst thing about religion was religious people.

But even as we make these conclusions we feel our throats plugging up, because they are both true and untrue. So much has been written about the girls in the newspapers, so much has been said over backyard fences, or related over the years in psychiatrists' offices, that we are certain only of the insufficiency of explanations.

Everyone he knew was convinced that religion was a sham and God a fiction. But his friends' replacements for religion didn't look too impressive. No one had an answer for the riddle of existence. It was like that Talking Heads song. 'And you may ask yourself, how did I get here? …And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house. And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife.

When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly.

If it feels like it might be OCD, it is OCD! If it were reality, it wouldn't feel like it even might be OCD.

F]ree will seems to violate all we know of how the world works, but as long as we cannot construct a logical proof of its nonexistence we cling to it tenaciously, even desperately.

When I'm able to slough it off, when it's not causing physical symptoms or putting me on edge, my anxiety still pops up out of nowhere to spoil nice moments. I fear good things happening because I believe something bad is sure to follow.

You don't believe in unconditional love. Neither does Alex. So you both threw away the best thing you ever had because you didn't believe in each other or yourselves.

When rough things happen to us, it's as if they rip holes in the fabric of our faith, or what I sometimes call our "blanket of faith.

Is it still there? I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, Does it sound broken?

I wondered how many of the guests were faking something—confidence, friendship, maybe even love.