Quotes About Doubt

Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is an absurd one.

One of the chief misfortunes of honest people is that they are cowardly.

In the end, how much distance lies between the truth and what we believe to be true? Between the things we feel at one time and the things we end up doing?

It's the fear of the unknown that keeps a person from starting

To ask the hard question is simple, The simple act of the confused will.

May it not be that, just as we have to have faith in Him, God has to have faith in us and, considering the history of the human race so far, may it not be that 'faith' is even more difficult for Him than it is for us?

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and that is that there is very little about which one can be certain.

As usual, my first reaction to the reception of one of my overtures of philanthropy was a feeling of grace. This was always followed by a feeling of doubt. I thought through the possible courses this act of kindness could follow, and decided I did not care. I would help those I could, how I could, and damn the consequences.

Socrates. The wise are doubtful, and I should not be singular if, like them, I also doubted.

There is a great deal of difference in believing something still, and believing it again.

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

And how reliable can any truth be that is got By observing oneself and then just inserting a Not?

He has never seen God, but, once or twice, he believes he has heard Him.

what I live for I can seldom believe in

you die without knowing whether anything you wrote was any good if you have to be sure don't write

That which has been believed by everyone, always and everywhere, has every chance of being false.

I have no sense of well-being. There's no chance the well will run dry.

I got into the race and people literally laughed. They thought I had no chance of winning.

I used to agree with Kurt Vonnegut, who said that the human race has a snowball's chance in hell of being around a hundred years from now.

It's our last chance. No. No, I can't... I, no, I need to believe that it isn't our last chance... Eleanor? Can you hear me? I need you to believe it, too.

Will I see you again?"I turned to him and I shrugged. "If what we feel is real, then yes I have no doubt we will.

Not everyone who sells Christmas trees believes in Santa Claus.

Don't you get it?' said Max. 'You're not praying, you're just... wishing. And wishes don't come true.

I'm so hard on myself. I play these sketches in my computer for friends and they say 'Gee whiz, the vocal's beautiful.' I hear, 'It needs to be better.'