#doubting

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom. ↗

— George Byron

#certainty #doubting #envy #fool #his

There is a lot of rubbish written about toilet humour - people saying it is childish and pretending it is beneath them - but there is no doubting the effectiveness of a really good willy gag. ↗

— Adrian Edmondson

#beneath #childish #doubting #effectiveness #gag

I think one thing that's important to maintain is a sense of fear, always doubting yourself... a good dose of insecurity helps your work in some ways. ↗

— Gary Larson

#dose #doubting #fear #good #helps

I forbid you, agnostic, doubting thoughts, to destroy the house of my faith. ↗

— Thomas S. Monson

#destroy #doubting #faith #forbid #house

In such a state, humility is the virtue of men, and their only defense; to walk humbly with God, never doubting, whatever befall, that His will is good, and that His law is right. ↗

— Paul Elmer More

#defense #doubting #god #good #his

I'm confident in my own ability. If that wasn't the case you might as well pack it in now. If you think too much, you start doubting yourself, doubting your quality, so you have to train yourself in a certain way. ↗

— Michael J. Owen

#case #certain #certain way #confident #doubting

Doubt, the essential preliminary of all improvement and discovery, must accompany the stages of man's onward progress. The faculty of doubting and questioning, without which those of comparison and judgment would be useless, is itself a divine prerogative of the reason. ↗

— Albert Pike

#comparison #discovery #divine #doubt #doubting

To believe with certainty we must begin with doubting. ↗

— Stanislaus I

#believe #certainty #doubting #must

A man desires praise that he may be reassured, that he may be quit of his doubting of himself; he is indifferent to applause when he is confident of success. ↗

— Alec Waugh

#confident #desires #doubting #himself #his

If I'd been a cowboy, it might've ended well. Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sell My guns along the highway. My coins to the table To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay. Prob'ly shrink and slink away, It mightn't've ended well. What If I'd been a sailor? I think it might've ended well. From August to May For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue, aboard the finest Debris. I might've called the shanties. From daybreak to storm's set, lines stay Taught, over rhythm unbroken. But, oh, there's a schism unspoken, a mighty calling of the lee. An absentminded Pirate, unaccustomed to the sea; To the land, a traitor. I think it mightn't've ended well. What might've worked for me? What might've ended well? Soldier, to bloody sally forth through hell? Teacher of glorious stories to tell? Man of gold, or stores to sell? Lover to a gentle belle? Maybe a camel; A seashell. What mightn't've been a life where it mightn't've ended well? ↗

— Dylan Thomas McCall

#choices #choices-and-consequences #doubting #fate #life