Quotes About Doubt

had written and warned Mr. Heatley that I was slow and he had replied that it did not matter—but would it? Supposing they found me too slow! Supposing the work was beyond me! The idea of plunging into an office amongst a lot of other clerks who knew their jobs was alarming to say the least of it.

Saint Dane was right. Hope is a fragile thing. It's easy to lose, but it's possible to get it back. And I got it back.

Do freshman philosophy classes nowadays debate updated versions of the age-old questions? Like, how could a merciful God allow AIDS, childhood cancers, tsunamis and Dick Cheney?

Basically, I really love work that puts the reader into a kind of vertigo, into a real doubt, and a beautiful way to convey that, a really perfect metaphor for that, is to make the reader also experience doubt.

When Christians start thinking about Jesus, things start breaking down, they lose their faith. It's perfectly possible to go to church every Sunday and not ask any questions, just because you like it as a way of life. They fear that if they ask questions they'll lose their Christ, the very linchpin of their religion.

Hysteria is something that I've been interested for a very long time. I thought I might have it, but it seems that it's unlikely.

For a very long time, I thought everyone I met through the process of getting an agent and a publishing deal had made a mistake. When they agreed to pay me for the book, I thought they would ask me for the money back.

Somehow, I feel even more lost when I work with experienced veteran stars. It makes me wonder what is the meaning of my job. Am I here to pursue my personal satisfaction, or to entertain people?

As a non believer I don't get the idea of asking god for things via prayer.

We never thought we'd be commercially viable, and we were proved wrong.

Members of Congress concerned about human rights in Vietnam are right to maintain a healthy skepticism about its government's intentions.

The Vietnam War and the Iraq war, in different ways, both made me feel like I could not not address them. I'm very doubtful about the usefulness of poetry to do that.

I'll be the extra rib that protects your heart." Keir pulled back abruptly. The motion sent a stab of pain through his ribs, and he swore. Rising to his feet, he sent her a glance of mingled torment and frustration. "You can't, Merry." The hint of a smile had vanished. "Because you doubt my abilities," she said rather than asked. Keir shook his head. "Because you are my heart.

do you truly expect that the two of us are going to share a bed tonight- and tomorrow night- as chastely as a pair of nuns on holiday?" "That will pose no difficulty for me," Evie said gingerly, conscious that she was delivering an insult of the highest order.

Leo," Amelia asked suspiciously, "what are you planning to do to her?" "Why do you always insist on asking questions when you know you won't like the answers?" "Because, being an optimist," she said tartly, "I always hope I'm wrong." - Amelia & Leo

Why offer to marry me when you might have me as your mistress?" He nuzzled her throat gently. "Because I realized during the past few days that I can't leave doubt in anyone's mind about to whom you belong. Especially not yours.

I'm agnostic," I told him. "I'd be an atheist, except I believe in hedging my bets.

I saw the animal's body tense expectantly as he saw the treat in my palm. Unfortunately, it seemed in question as to whether the attraction was the biscuit or my hand.

I don't want to be played." "Oh, I don't know." A smile touched his lips. "With a guy like that . . . it could be fun.

Are you physically strong enough for this?" Severin asked Gibson doubtfully. "Would you like to arm-wrestle?" she offered with such cool aplomb that Rhys let out a huff of amusement. "No," Severin said at once. "I can't take the chance that you might win." The doctor smiled at him. "I doubt I would win, Mr. Severin. But I would at least make it difficult for you.

Are you physically strong enough for this?" Severin asked Gibson doubtfully. "Would you like to arm-wrestle?" she offered with such cool aplomb that Rhys let out a huff of amusement. "No," Severin said at once. "I can't take the chance that you might win." The doctor smiled at him. "I doubt I would win, Mr. Severin. But I would at least make it difficult for you.

We provide proof of a question for which the answer is already known.

What does scare you?" "I scare me.

You and Owen were fine when he was a murder suspect, but after his name is cleared you don't talk to him?" Mason said. "That doesn't make any sense.