He was assailed by doubts about the fundamental principles of Christianity.

Harry saw that the generals themselves were assailed by doubts and fears.

For all the recent improvements, Madrid were not good enough; now it is they who may be assailed by doubts.

The assumption is that, if people believe something false, they will constantly be assailed by doubts.

Waiting now for action, he was assailed by doubts; he fought them off.

Then, inevitably, I began to be assailed by doubts.

He smiled bitterly at the incongruity of it, and was assailed by doubts.

Entering her forties, she is assailed by doubts about her marriage and future.

Now he was assailed by doubts.

Closer and closer came the remarkable beast, very, very slowly, as though its mind were assailed by doubts.

But as soon as they are called upon to act, they are assailed by doubts and fears."

Kramer had reached that low point in the life of an assistant district attorney in the Bronx when he is assailed by Doubts.

In the summer of 1944 most of the German people were assailed by doubts about the continuing pursuit of the war, but they were not yet prepared to give up.

And today there were other stretches of time, each so far no more than a few minutes in duration, when he was assailed by doubts as to whether he should be serving Carlo at all.

Those who frown upon deer hunting might view this admission as pleasing evidence that in my advancing years I am assailed by doubts about the morality of the endeavor, but that is not the case.

She is as big as he is small, as ostensibly self-assured as he is assailed by doubts, as much a child of privilege as he is hobbled by his background.

As she had dozed off to sleep the night before she had hoped that her husband was as comfortable as she; but, knowing him as she had, her mind had been assailed by doubts.

Harry often wished that he could have penetrated the mind of the great commander that morning, a mind upon which so much hung and which must have been assailed by doubts and fears, despite the impenetrable mask of his face.

Driving west from Cape Cod on Interstate 95 on my way to Connecticut and the mackerel, I was assailed by doubts and, shortly after passing through Rhode Island, pulled into a rest area, called my friend and learned that the fish had not arrived.

After some further talk, in which the Lord St. John covered up his mistake as well as he could by repeated protests that his faith was thoroughly grounded now, and could not be assailed by doubts again, the Lord Hertford relieved his fellow-keeper, and sat down to keep watch and ward alone.