Joseph Bruchac Quotes

Fear and Guilt are the only enemies of man.

Personally, I've struggled with a lot of doubt in myself at times.

As usual, my mind is spinning in circles...is it me? Am I making mountains out of molehills? Being too analytical? Worrying about nothing? Being emotional?

Doubt is thought's despair; despair is personality's doubt. . . . Doubt and despair . . . belong to completely different spheres; different sides of the soul are set in motion. . . . Despair is an expression of the total personality, doubt only of thought.

I am plagued by doubts.

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

Like anybody, you have moments when you question yourself and you're insecure.

I second-guess myself all the time. I make a decision and then wonder if I made the wrong choice.

I hated myself for so many reasons, and I thought so many things were my fault that happened to me growing up.

I do struggle with the fact that I don't have all the answers.

We crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow.

I was disappointed a little in Stevenson because I did think he couldn't make up his mind. It's the feeling I always had. Perhaps all of us have self-doubt, and we should have, and most of us do, but it doesn't show. It doesn't show as much as it did in Adlai; he seemed to do it in public.

I think so many people live their whole life in fear and doubt and shame.

Whenever we feel shame, it's a mark of some deep investment or deep internal struggle.

I doubted myself for a long time.

Insecurities are debilitating a lot of times.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

I'm often prone to self-doubt about everything I do.

He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.

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

He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.