Quotes About Doubt

But I always hesitate, unwilling to take a leap into the unknown. Because I can't tell which will burn more... The flames surrounding me... or the fire within.

No me atrevería a decir que te equivocas, aunque tampoco podría darte la razón.

Identifying with success makes those doing the identifying seem successful themselves. The day United falter, many of these supporters will doubtless take their affiliation with them to Real Madrid or Barcelona or whoever it is that can provide them anew with a vicarious sense of worth.

I often try to reassure myself by saying, "Well, at least it can't get any worse." But the truth is, it always can. And that's what really terrifies me.

The future, vague and sad, did not frighten me half as much as knowing that it was not carved in stone.

That's what got her, of course. That everyone thought it so unbelievable that she could possibly attract a man like him. It shouldn't upset her because it was true. She couldn't. Not in this world, in this lifetime. Yet she didn't appreciated everyone else acting as if they were the most improbable twosome since Quasimodo hit on Esmeralda.

Doesn't everyone sell his soul? I tell you, sir: the devil does not exist, there is no devil, yet I sold him my soul. That is what I am afraid of. To whom did I sell it? That is what I am afraid of, my dear sir: we sell our souls, only there is no buyer.

The problems of the moment must never place the principle in doubt.

I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

I bought new strings of colored lights. This served as a profession of faith in the future. I take the opportunity for such professions where and when I can invent them, since I do not yet actually feel this faith in the future.

Carter and Helene still ask questions. I used to ask questions, and I got the answer: nothing. The answer is "nothing.

I am an anthropologist who lost faith in her own method, who stopped believing that observable activity defined anthropos.

Tell me," a rabbi asked Daniel Bell when he said, as a child, that he did not believe in God. "Do you think God cares?")

I mean maybe I was holding all of the aces, but what was the game?

Let me tell you one thing about why writers write: had I known the answer to any of these questions I would never have needed to write a novel.

Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?

I suppose almost everyone who writes is afflicted some of the time by the suspicion that nobody out there is listening

I have trouble maintaining the basic notion that keeping promises matters in a world where everything I was taught seems beside the point. The point itself seems increasingly obscure.

This served as a profession of faith in the future. I take the opportunity for such professions where and when I can invent them, since I do not yet actually feel this faith in the future.

There were, early on, certain aspects of this case that seemed not well handled by the police and prosecutors, and others that seemed not well handled by the press.

lost a certain touching faith in the totem power of good manners, clean hair, and proven competence on the Stanford-Binet scale. To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.

I know now that almost everyone wonders something like that, sooner or later and no matter what he or she is doing, but one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.

Maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.