Quotes About Skepticism

I don't want to be played." "Oh, I don't know." A smile touched his lips. "With a guy like that . . . it could be fun.

Can't he show hospitality to a friend without an ulterior motive?" West parried. She shook her head. "Everything your brother does has an ulterior motive.

I trust no one, not even myself.

I might come but I won't like it." His lips turned up slowly. "You won't like it?" "Okay, I might like it, but I won't be happy I liked it." He bit back a broader smile.

Spiritualists emphasize the importance of belief—and it is true. Skeptics are rarely, if ever, rewarded with proof of the impossible.

Now that I'm twelve, I don't believe in the rougarou and the buggerman and Mad Captain Jack of the river pirates.

Never believe in any faith younger than you are.

Kaitlyn:I though- that you might need something. Gabe:I don't need anything from anyone! Kaitlyn: I think you're lying

I don't trust nobody that don't have my name tattooed on her ass, and then it's iffy.

Marriage: just say no.

Désillusionnée avant l'âge, je dégueule sur la facticité des sentiments.

I always knew I wanted to be a performer, and my mother started taking me to dance classes when I was five. My mother is a teacher, my father works at an insurance company. When I said I wanted to be a performer, people went, "Yeah, right." You don't do that where I come from.

The inner reality of history is so unlike the back of the cards, and it takes so long to get at it, which does not prevent us from disbelieving what is current as history, but makes us wish to sift it, and dig through mud to solid foundations.

As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that's false Before you trust in critics.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

The more I see of men, the less I like of them; if I could but say so of women too, all would be well.

It was a credulous age... as all ages are.

Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.

She hesitated. "You weren't one of those commandos who killed Nazis with their bare hands, were you?" "I wore gloves.

Because we all lie. Every one of us, and whoever claims they don't is the biggest liar of all.

They believe Miles can read it," she said. "Good grief. They must be completely illiterate--or desperately gullible--or--" "French," said Mr Carsington.

But love? I don't think I'm really cut out for that particular emotion. I question everything too much.

Her mom could barely turn on her laptop without getting six viruses or wiring half her retirement money to a Nigerian prince

You're such a cynic, Molly said. I think cynics are playful and cute.