Quotes About Disbelief

As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use.

Oh for God's sake," he said. The men and women stared. He could see them attempting exegesis on his outburst.

Do I look like I could have thrown a goddamn piano out a window?" She waved her hand. "Does he?

He'd had a dark, angry moment when he thought they might not have fallen for the ad he'd placed in the classified section.

No man ever quite believes in any other man.

I don't know how to phrase this exactly but what the fuck?

Lactose intolerant milk?! KISS, MY, DICK!

Belief and disbelief were the same creature within me.

Before 'Moonrise,' I never thought I would be in a movie where I would be struck by lightning.

I was shocked cause I didn't even know that they made my jersey. I didn't know that they made it so fast, so when I saw it I was like, I had to look three times and I was like, 'Did they customize that?' And then I saw a couple of other ones and I was like, ok, they must've made them overnight or something.

disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business....

Sorry . . . I can't help stupid.

I was stunned with outrage.

Sigmund Freud was the apostle of disbelief. He was the one who made psychoanalysis a part of our culture, and in so doing he kicked out a flying buttress that had been essential for holding up our cathedral of faith.

That little shyster is dating my great-niece?

VIOLET: Oh, horseshit, horeshit, let's all say horseshit. Say horseshit, Bill. BILL: Horseshit.

I find it truly appalling that there are people in the world like you. You are a disgusting, vile, repulsive, repugnant, foul creature. Because of you, I don't believe in God anymore. No just God would allow someone like you to exist. (Quoting feedback from a reader)

No, way. There is a tree? In a forest?

Starflight looked as if someone had just asked him whether breathing was really necessary.

I would like to believe in the myth that we grow wiser with age. In a sense my disbelief is wisdom. Those of a middle generation, if charitable or sentimental, subscribe to the wisdom myth, while the callous see us as dispensable objects, like broken furniture or dead flowers. For the young we scarcely exist unless we are unavoidable members of the same family, farting, slobbering, perpetually mislaying teeth and bifocals.

How is it possible to hold such anger against something you don't believe in?

The words 'mainly in America' translated to me as 'this is bollocks' and I sat back in my chair with a sigh.

What can one do with levels of gloom and guilt, fear and disbelief, of bewilderment above one's capacity to register?

She backed away, looking at him, his shirt hiked up, his crotch exposed. She could think only of a campfire, one small log, all of it doused in milk.