Quotes About Doubt

You never question the truth of something until you have to explain it to a skeptic.

Sooner or later you just figure out there are some guys who don't believe in God and they can prove He doesn't exist, and some other guys who do believe in God and they can prove He does exist, and the argument stopped being about God a long time ago and now it's about who is smarter, and honestly I don't care. I don't believe I will ever walk away from God for intellectual reasons. Who knows anything anyway?

About the time I told God that He didn't exist, I was desperate for an identity.

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God allows us to face the tension whether we like it or not.

I cried out to him an angry petition for rescue. I doubted him and needed him at the same time.

Customers aren't looking for brands that are filled with doubt and want affirmation; they're looking for brands that have solutions to their problems.

If you're not entirely sure you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, it seems to me that the last thing you'd want to do is to set in motion a very lengthy, time-consuming, expensive, and highly public process designed to lead inexorably to just that.

Brunetti didn't like knowing that she was right.

Well, I don't believe it any more, none of it: I have no faith and I have no hope.' Though

It seems to me it's getting harder and harder to tell the difference," he said. "Between what?" "The criminal and the wrong." "Why do you think that is, Guido?" "I'm not sure. Perhaps because, as you said before, we don't believe in the old things anymore, and we haven't found anything new, anything else, to believe in.

You know, Guido, at times I find it difficult to believe you do the sort of work you do. (Medical examiner's view of Commissario Guido Brunetti)

The Cloud of Unknowing.

If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut; but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

For in the deepest, most unshakable part of myself reason was useless.

With distaste, Harriet reflected upon how life had beaten down the adults she knew, every single grown-up. Something strangled them as they grew older, made them doubt their own powers-laziness? Habit? Their grip slackened; they stopped fighting and resigned themselves to what happened. That's Life. That's what they all said. That's Life, Harriet, that's just how it is, you'll see.

Adrift in an air of charged significance, doubt struck me: was it a real memory, had he really spoken those words to me, or was I dreaming?

Something strangled them as they grew older, made them doubt their own powers—laziness? Habit? Their grip slackened; they stopped fighting and resigned themselves to what happened. "That's Life." That's what they all said. "That's Life, Harriet, that's just how it is, you'll see.

and yet, whenever he started with the questions I froze stiff, as if I'd been pushed onstage in a play where I didn't know the lines.

Because I don't care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat.

Maybe it's stupid to even articulate such hopes. But, then again, maybe it's more stupid not to.

but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones?»

What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can't be trusted—