Quotes About Skepticism

So tel me, Mr. Science Journalist, do you still doubt the existence of miracles?""I just told you. You're my miracle.

The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him

you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

Não existe confiança em naturezas perversas

For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

Es una desgracia que no se pueda confiar en los hombres, a menos que se les esté vigilando.

No sabe usted lo que es dudar de todo, incluso de uno mismo

For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us

I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people?

A single lie discovered is enough to create doubt in every truth expressed.

O sabichão do grupo, não acredita em nada, zomba de todo mundo. Quando não tem argumentos, implica com os outros e toma o silêncio de seus interlocutores como concordância.

My dad says people who insist that youtrust them usually don't deserve it.

Sometimes the most preposterous lies are the most believable.

Tell me about your friends. I hardly knew them. The one who ran off with the girl is named Christopher Columbus. Tall guy. Really skinny. Green hair. Fangs. Six fingers on his left hand. About a hundred years old. Lots of wrinkles. I trust you are enjoying yourself. the commander sneered.

How do I know you're not crazy? she asks. How do I know you're not the craziest dude I've ever met? You'll have to test me out. You have my info, she says. I'll think about it. Rain, I say. That's not your real name. Does it matter? Well, it makes me wonder what else isn't real. That's because you're a writer, she says. That's because you make things up for a living. And? And-- she shrugs--I've noticed that writers tend to worry about things like that.

Haven't we outgrown all this tired irony? Weren't we supposed to give up acting twenty-two forever?

and just as the table is about to finally ignore him, to look away and start eating, he sits up and loudly says, pointing an accusing finger at his plate, "It moved!" Timothy glares at him with a contempt so total that I can't fully equal it but I muster enough energy to come close.

it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke.

Don't tell me he was another serial killer, Bateman. Not another serial killer." "No, McDufus, he wasn't a serial killer

it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness... God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted.

Love cannot be trusted.

I don't trust anyone named Gavin.

What is this bullshit—it is what it is?

know you may think I'm crazy, but I really don't know who we can trust.