Quotes About Doubt

Faith with proof is no faith at all.

And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most.

Who cares even if I didn't?!" Conor shouted back. "They're just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary . Oh, please, please, save me from the berries !" The monster looked at him quizzically. How strange , it said. The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seems to suggest otherwise.

What's important is that I know how much you worry about shit. And what's also important is that I know a big part of your worry is that, no matter what group of friends you're in, no matter how long you've known them, you always assume you're the least-wanted person there. The one everyone else could do without.

Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

We're each other's questions, aren't we? The question that never gets an answer.

No," I say firmly. "If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that.

Do you believe there's hope at the end?" "No, no, I dont, but im still going, you coming with me?

Do you believe there's hope at the end?" I ask. "No," she says simply, looking away. "No, I don't, but I'm still going.

The parson refused to believe the Apothecary could help, said the monster. When times were easy, the parson nearly destroyed the Apothecary, but when the going grew tough, he was willing to throw aside every belief if it would save his daughters. "So?" Conor said. "So would anyone! So would everyone ! What did you expect him to do?

Maybe probably ain't all that comforting a word when it's maybe yer not dying.

Oh, forget it," he says with feeling. "Nobody knows anything.

Francia don't look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

But I begin to wonder if doubt is better than the wrong knowledge.

Faith is belief without proof.

Siempre hay que escuchar con escepticismo la justificación de los hombres que matan

You'd have thought so, but it was just a phase, wasn't it? Nothing that churchgoing and pretending it never happened wouldn't make go away.

And that, the monster said, is not the truth at all.

It does not matter what you think, the monster said, because you mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day.

WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON?" I roar, but I don't say "eff", now do I? Cuz it seems the situashun calls for something a little stronger. "WHAT EFFING PLAN?

What if, on some level, way down deep inside, right down to the very simplest, purified form of who he was, what if he was corrupted? What if there was some tiny, tiny fault in the first building blocks of who he was, and everything since that moment of life was just papering over an essential crack? And he was just a carapace built on a facade built on scaffolding and there was no real core to him, no real central worth? At all?

The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seem to suggest otherwise.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think , the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

But in my chest, there was still fear, and I didn't know which kind it was. Fear with hope, or fear without it.