Quotes About Skepticism

Right now people seem to be very tentative about the positive benefits of capitalism.

Authenticity is becoming more important among teens and millennials. They're more jaded as a generation.

A smart man only believes half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half.

Jimmy's two earliest and most enduring lessons from his mother were these: there was always some Them out to get you, and reality was whatever you believed.

The way to eliminate the harm caused by stereotypes is to teach our children to recognize false stereotypes, to be empathetic, and to be skeptical. We need to promote these critical-thinking skills in addition to instilling the best values we know. Skepticism, the heart of the scientific method, is the only way we know how to ferret out fact from fiction.

Seriously, though, in this day and age I don't know why we're still cutting open frogs to see what's inside them. If somebody tells me there's a heart and intestines inside a frog, I'm willing to take their word for it.

Most people don't seem to appreciate a person as honest as me. So don't ask me how George Washington ever got to be president.

Take it from me, an authority on expertise: You can't trust experts.

Shirley offered to drive us in her car, but Roger and I thought it was best if we took his car, since we knew that his vehicle was not equipped with a hidden button that you could press to make spikes burst out of the seats. Not that we thought Shirley's car had the spiked-seat feature, but it could have something ghastly, like a cobra compartment, and it just seemed like a wise idea not to let the possible serial killer drive.

Sounds too good to be true. How can you afford to give out that much cash?" "We're extremely well-funded.

He didn't seem like somebody you'd want to invite to a party unless you'd already given up on it.

Are you sure we can trust him?" I ask. "How do we know he's not an axe-murderer?" "I hope he is. Axe-murdering would be a useful skill.

He spoke only of what he had seen. But people not only refused to believe his tales, they refused to listen. Some even insinuated that he only wanted their pity, that he was imagining things. Others flatly said that he had gone mad.

Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they've just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that's just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesn't happen to me, I don't want to think it happens to anyone else.

So what don't you get? The way people talk and act like they're crazy in love, and then, ding , suddenly they're not. It's like it was all just pretend. Like it's just a game. He crunched on an ice cube. Well, sometimes it is just a game. Then how are you supposed to believe someone when it isn't ?

Well, that's what they said. (It could have just been indigestion, though.)

I'm tired of being a skeptic, I'm irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and parched by empirical debate. I don't want to hear it anymore. I couldn't care less about evidence and proof and assurances. I just want God. I want God inside me. I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.

If you don't have a clear passion and somebody blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger.

If you don't have a clear passion and someone blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger.

If you don't have a clear passion and somebody blithely tells you to go follow your passion, I think you have the right to give that person the middle finger. Because that's like somebody telling you that all you need in order to lose weight is to be thin, or all you need in order to have a great sex life is to be multiorgasmic: That doesn't help!

I'm tired of being a skeptic, I'm irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and parched by empirical debate. I don't want to hear it anymore. I couldn't care less about evidence and proof and assurances. I just want God. I want God inside me. I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.

Don't believe a single thing any cunt or bastard tells you in this world. You go find out.

Jim was such a nice man. I had to give him that. (But be careful here, Angela: whenever a woman says about her suitor, He's such a nice man, you can be sure she is not in love.)

some people were never satisfied by facts they had not themselves discovered.