Quotes About Doubt

I shatter the objective universe around you—and all you can say is that there's an error in the formulation!" Excerpt From: Michael Frayn. "Copenhagen".

Did she herself even believe in God anymore? Why argue over a phantom? They were two fools arguing over lies.

That's remarkable too, she thought; whenever we make a noble statement it sounds false in our ears.

Karl Rahner said, 'I don't believe in miracles, but they sustain me.

Mainstream cinema raises questions only to immediately provide an answer to them, so they can send the spectator home reassured. If we actually had those answers, then society would appear very different from what it is.

All the wrong questions have been asked and the correct answers are not true.

That painter who has no doubts will achieve little." – LEONARDO DA VINCI

Just because it`s in print doesn`t mean it`s the gospel.

faith could only be stretched so far before people demanded an element of proof,

India returned to her kneading, but repeated under her breath, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it!

But I didn't dare. That has always been my trouble. I've never dared enough.

My Albert married his Maisie Brown as he said he would. But I think she never took to me, nor I to her for that matter. Perhaps it was a feeling of mutual jealousy.

Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything.

I am very cautious of people who are absolutely right, especially when they are vehemently so.

As I work in the afternoon on committing to paper some of my morning's thoughts, I find myself just about to close on the knotty question of whether or not I believe in God. In fact I am about to type, 'I do not believe in God', when the sky goes black as ink, there is a thunderclap and a huge crash of thunder and a downpour of epic proportions. I never do complete the sentence.

We talk for maybe ten minutes, perfunctory talk in a way that we're never really perfunctory, all skirting the question of us, and I begin to wonder if she had caller ID whether she'd picked up at all.

But then where is she? It's a simple question but once it's been asked, a floodgate of questions follow: What if something's happened?

Sometimes even the believers forget what they believe.

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.

His eyes became wild, searching for reassurance in the faces surrounding him. Instead he saw the opposite—awful affirmation of his fears.

Racism is not simply about one man's irrational hatred of another but his self-hatred, doubting his own moral goodness and purpose.

Do you believe in God?" he asks. "Do you?" "I used to" "What happened?" "I couldn't find him. He's supposed to be everywhere. I mean, he's not supposed to be playing hide-and-seek.

I know the answer now, but I'm so frightened I've forgotten the question.

To misquote Mark Twain: It isn't what we don't know that gets us into trouble. It's what we know for sure that just isn't so.