Quotes About Doubt

On sacrifie plus aisément, l'avenir incertain que le souvenir assuré. L'homme redoute le risque.

Which raised the question of whether she had ever loved, or even if she could love. And yet maybe what she felt was what everybody felt; maybe it was only the poets and romantics who had blown it up beyond recognition. Surely

Do not let yourself be tainted with a barren skepticism.

VERY FEW PEOPLE really understand the difficulties of accepting Christianity. The picture painted by the well-meaning is that after a conversion God gives the new believer a steady diet of happiness and all is immediately well. Nothing of the sort is true. On the contrary, like every other sincere person who is striving to believe in spite of having so long lived another way with a mind conditioned to cynicism, I had to go through a period of despondency, doubt, and painful self-examination.

Harriet: Is it fun being married? Ole Golly: How should I know? I've never been married. However, I doubt it's all fun. Nothing ever is, you know.

Learn to treat doubt as a friend, not the enemy, and thank it for questioning you.

Wiktor almost smiled. His suspicions were

I often think we should have tattooed on the back of whatever hand we use to shoot or write, 'I might be wrong.

Don't believe everything you think," said Gamache, before releasing the hand and opening the door. "Pema Chödrön. A Buddhist nun.

The world turned upside down,' Beauvoir continued. 'It was at once more beautiful and more frightening than you'd been led to believe. And suddenly you didn't know what to do. Who to trust. Where to turn. It's terrifying. Being lost is so much worse than being on the wrong road. That's why people stay on it for so long.

A belief of convenience isn't much use, is it?

I often think we should have tattooed to the back of whatever hand we use to shoot or write, "I might be wrong.

Don't believe everything you think. Chief Inspector Gamache wrote that on the board for the incoming cadets at the start of every year at the Sûreté academy, and it stayed there all year.

But I understand your doubts. They're what make you a great man, not your certainties.

They believe in a virgin birth, a resurrection, walking on water and some old guy with a white beard floating in the sky and running the world, but this they find unbelievable?" Gamache was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "It is interesting," he agreed, "what people choose to believe." And what they'd do in the name of that faith.

Unbelievable. I don't

Things were not as they seemed. The known world was shifting, reforming. Everything he'd taken as a given, a fact, as real and unquestioned, had fallen away. But

People believe what they want to believe. Beginning with their own lies." "Hell is the truth seen too late," said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. "Thomas Hobbes.

They knew who was on their side. When did it get so difficult to tell? Gamache wondered.

There was, or could be, outright danger. Believing a person capable of redemption when they'd proven they were not.

This doesn't feel right, patron.

He searched her face, his icy-blue eyes keen and cold. She knew she should hold him, should tell him how much she loved him and trusted him and needed him. But something held her back. There it was again. A silence between them. Something else unsaid. Is this how it starts? Clara wondered. Those chasms between couples, filled not with comfort and familiarity, but with too much unsaid, and too much said.

But looking at the young men and women staring at him now, who'd seen something terrible about to happen and had done nothing, Chief Inspector Gamache wondered if he could have been wrong all this time. Maybe the darkness sometimes won. Maybe evil had no limits.

Often what seemed obvious was not a fact, or even the truth.