Quotes About Questioning

You don't get it, god-bothered dude!

Inside every seventy-year-old is a thirty-five-year-old asking, 'What happened?

It reminds us that we are not called to be parrots, unquestioningly repeating whatever we learn from a favorite teacher. Instead, we are to exercise wisdom and discernment, continually asking questions, weighing answers, seeking understanding, and grounding our beliefs within the context of God's Word and the wisdom of Christian tradition.

Because of my underpants?" Ivan asks. "Chiefly because of Pontius Pilate." [from Bulgakov's The Master & Margarita ]

I think it's really important to give yourself a very big question that you're working on that you can come home to, even if you, you know, are going to have to go without a cup of coffee or even a meal, that that should nourish you.

My job in my work is not to acquire power; it's to question power.

Pour le moment, elle entendait encore le son de sa voix, mais... Jusqu'à quand?

me if I did!" ejaculated the coroner.

Mothers, justifiably fearful for every pfennig and always asking, What's it for? willingly gave up their sons and parts of their sons as long as they kept on playing this march. Once the music has faded away, they'd ask softly, What for? What for?

For all the robots who question their programming.

Sometimes I ask lots of people the same question." His head hurt. "What do you do if you don't get the same answer?" "Think about it.

But naked wasn't something done around human pups—although he wanted to ask the men why naked from the waist up was all right for them but females remained covered. That didn't seem fair. Shifting

It's none of my business, but I am curious," Saetan said. "Why are you standing out here displaying your assets?

What shall I do, if all my love, My hopes, my toil, are cast away, And if there be no God above, To hear and bless me when I pray?

My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.

Would this day never end? His eye traveled to the clock at the front of the room and he fell into the pool of his favorite question.

I couldn't understand the mindless acceptance of dogma, an acceptance people were quick to call faith.

Has the rain a father... What womb brings forth the ice? - Job: 38

They wrestle with why it has turned out so badly, unsure whom to blame.

The more powerful the group to which we belong, the less likely, generally, we are to question the system that legitimises and confers these privileges.

Truth and fiction are tangled together in everything human beings do and in every story they tell. Whenever a book claims to be telling the truth, it is wise (as Noah's mother says at one point) to keep asking questions.

I broke with my religion in college.

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.