Quotes About Doubt

The girl was confused. It was a misunderstanding. That's all. What was the crux of the misunderstanding? She didn't say no.

I'm not eager to jump into marriage again. I'm in the corner right now, wearing my dunce cap. That area is obviously a nightmare.

I can count on that? That you'll get out of here? Because you look an awful lot like you're about to go cowboy again on me, Iceman. More than you already have, and I can't accept that.

Facing the edge is acknowledging whatever conflict, doubt, frustration, or anxiety that ate at my day and then naming it in a realized prayer, not a pushed-aside hassle. Facing the edge is gleaning the good while placing the not-so-good into God's hands.

She was turning Royce into her knight in shining armor, and she knew all too well that was a fairy tale that didn't exist.

I refuse to believe Gio is dead. He's protecting me. It's the only acceptable answer.

I couldn't wait to see Phaelan. I'd know instantly if she'd dropped anchor on his ego. *

Spiritualists emphasize the importance of belief—and it is true. Skeptics are rarely, if ever, rewarded with proof of the impossible.

I am, perhaps, too intellectual, too modern, for my own comfort! How lovely it would be to sink into the warm comfort of established religion.

Upon occasion, we misunderstand ourselves, or we lose faith. Whichever the case, we say things we think are true, only to find they are not.

But sometimes it's the things that require a leap of faith that we need to believe in most of all.

Now that I'm twelve, I don't believe in the rougarou and the buggerman and Mad Captain Jack of the river pirates.

Fear got faster feet than truth, sometime.

How can God allow such abominations to flourish unchecked in this world? The answer came in a question, Ruby. God, in reply, asked, "How can you?

Never believe in any faith younger than you are.

It never occurs to Arnold that the ball won't go in the hole, but I'm always surprised when it does.

Still, as much as he hated to do it, he had to give her an out. When they entered the house, he brought her to a halt with a question. "I need to know for sure. Is this what you want?" "Chase." Alex's shock at his question was more than evident. Jasmine shook her head. "No worries. This is something I didn't know I wanted, but now we're here and I'm more than willing.

Are these signs of hope, or do we deceive ourselves by wishing them to be?

Dreams are nervy things—all it takes is for one stern word to be spoken in their direction and they shrivel up and die.

I could have run after him. I could have asked politely for some clarification. But I didn't I knew what I preferred, and that was—I didn't want to know. Rather, I wanted to believe.

We were not sure how to receive them, even though they were our boys.

The necessity of believing without knowledge, nay often upon very slight grounds, in this fleeting state of action and blindness we are in, should make us more busy and careful to inform ourselves than constrain others.

And the devil will drag you under By the fancy tie 'round your wicked throat Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down Sit down you're rockin' the boat!

I froze like a startled bunny. Fumbling the disk into my purse, I cut my eyes toward the hallway. Had I locked the front door? Of course I had. Only a moron would break into someone's house and forget to lock the door. Damn it! I'd forgotten to lock the door.