Quotes About Questioning

What in the name of Hitler's panties and matching bra set was she talking about?

Garibanlar asla, ya da neredeyse hiç sormazlar, katland?klar? ÅŸeylerin nedenini niçinini. Birbirlerinden nefret etmekle yetinirler, o kadar

Was he really insane? At a time when the world is upside down and it's thought insane to ask why you're being murdered, it obviously requires no great effort to pass for a lunatic.

Have you ever read stories that weren't true? demanded Paula.

The idea of God is the ignorance which solves all doubt by repressing it.

Philosophers are often like little children, who first scribble random lines on a piece of paper with their pencils, and now ask an adult 'What is that?

Reading the Socratic dialogues one has the feeling: what a frightful waste of time! What's the point of these arguments that prove nothing and clarify nothing?

Philosophers often behave like little children who scribble some marks on a piece of paper at random and then ask the grown-up What's that? - It happened like this: the grown-up had drawn pictures for the child several times and said: this is a man, this is a house, etc. And then the child makes some marks too and asks: what's this then?

Vi känner att även när alla möjliga vetenskapliga frågor har besvarats, så har våra livsproblem inte ens blivit berörda. Då återstår förstås inte heller någon fråga - och just det är svaret.

The philosopher treats a question; like an illness.

Who was I? Was I, I?

But what if the silence between commercials begins to whisper? What if he came to realize that his bosses, parents, and teachers, despite their prestige, know nothing?

The path to holiness lies through questioning everything.

The truth is that I want It, and the price I must pay is to ask the question again and again and again

Dear God! we must explain everything.

I found myself earnestly explaining to the young minister that I did not believe in God, 'but I've discovered that I can't live as though I didn't believe in him. As long as I don't need to say any more than that I try to live as though I believe in God, I would very much like to come to church--if you'll let me.

If my religion is true, it will stand up to all my questioning; there is no need to fear. But if it is not true, if it is man imposing strictures on God (as did the men of the Christian establishment of Galileo's day), then I want to be open to God, not to what man says about God.

We live by revelation, as Christians, as artists, which means that we must be careful never to get set into rigid molds. The minute we begin to think we know all the answers, we forget the questions, and we become smug like the Pharisee who listed all his considerable virtues and thanked God that he was not like other men.

Oh, girl, not woman, more than child, Which of us two is the more wild? So

We start by believing. And we stop believing only when our doubts and misgivings rise to the point where we can no longer explain them away.

But remember, doubts are not the enemy of belief; they are its companion.

Am I a dog that you should come to me with sticks?

Art thou not he? Art thou Montezuma?

doubts trigger disbelief only when you can't explain them away.