Quotes About Doubt

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

Real love is more than a physical feeling. If there's even the slightest doubt in your head about a guy, then forget about it. It's not real.

I WANT TO FALL FOR YOU BUT I'm NOT SURE YOU WILL CATCH ME?

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

Ignorance never settle a question.

The one thing that has keeps me from love is doubt.

I really want to love somebody. I do. I just don't know if it's possible forever and ever.

I love to doubt as well as know.

You can doubt anything if you think about it long enough cuz what happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that

When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.

The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.

How could a man ever trust in a woman's judgment when he knows she chose him for a husband?

The happiness of many marriages is founded on the old proverb: Suspicion doesn't amount to conviction.

What woman doesnt believe that her husband had better taste in choosing a partner than she did?

I've sometimes thought of marrying, and then I've thought again.

He clutched his hands into a ball, praying, Why, God, why? I've been a faithful servant and served my church well. So why do You feel the need to test me? Actually, punish would be a more apt description.

Marry her? Do I look crazy?" "There ain't enough 'ruin' in this world to make me marry him.

The devil is who torments good folks in the night. He whispers doubt in your ear. He stirs up anger. He picks at any little mistake you've made, or thinks you've made, and blows it up big. That's Satan, stirring and stirring trouble, like a pot he's trying to boil over, hoping he can spill sin through your soul and slop it all over the people around you.

I don't know whether I am a louse under the white man's skin. I hope I am.

See that's where it falls apart for me!" Anne cried. "What sticks in my throat is that God gets the credit but never the blame. I just can't swallow that kind of theological candy. Either God's in charge or he's not...

Every exchange of words between Jase and me seemed like a dance, a step forward, a step back, circling, both of us leading, anticipating, wondering what the next move would be. He didn't trust me any more than I trusted him.

I wished that love could be simple, that it was always given and returned in the same measure, equally and at the same time, that all the planets aligned in a perfect way to dispel all doubts, that it was easy to understand and never painful.