Quotes About Questioning

I have been scarcely been able to pray since I have been here: I have the childish feeling that God is no longer in the same place.

Croyez ceux qui cherchent la vérité, doutez de ceux qui la trouvent ; doutez de tout.

I so want to meet the other women. I hear their voices, their weeping. Maybe they can explain to me why we're here. Or maybe I don't want to know.

I would rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned. Richard Feynman

What does one ever ask an author except: How? And the answer, as Less well knows, is obvious: Beats me!

How does Less get the world so wrong? Over and over again. Where is the exit for moments like this?

Why do today's young men insist on marrying? Was this why we all threw stones at the police, for weddings

No les interesa la pintura. Catherine Guinness [véase Introducción] no se puso pesada hasta el último día, cuando empezó con esa cosa tan fastidiosa que hacen los ingleses de preguntar y preguntar: «¿Qué es exactamente el pop art?». Era como cuando entrevistamos a ese chico del blues, Albert King, para Interview, y ella le preguntó: «¿Qué es exactamente el soul?».

If you don't ask the right question, every answer seems wrong -

Are you sure were not dead? I really fucking hope not.

I wondered if I was an error of God's planning that would be fixed at the end of my life.

She had that frustrating dreamlike confusion of racking her brain for the answer then forgetting what the question was. There was a question, wasn't there?

Remind me, she needed to ask. I don't seem to know how to be.

It was a kind of duty you owed yourself that when anybody said come on son do this or do that you should stand up and say look mister why should I do this for whom am I doing it and what am I going to get out of it in the end?

Or is that four words?

Within the House of Islam, the penalty for learning too much about the world—so as to call the tenets of the faith into question—is death.

Socrates—were

And pray, said I, walking on, how came I to be his Property? What Right has he in me, but such as a Thief may plead to stolen Goods?

By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

Jared hadn't planned it, had never even thought about it, but he couldn't control taking complete possession of her mouth with a bruising kiss. He wanted to insult her, to further humiliate her, to shatter her damned poise. But her body was so female, her lips so soft, warm, virginal, that what had been hurtful and brutal became tender, seeking, questioning.

He took a long time to answer. "I asked which of her brothers had fathered the baby. She told me it could have been either.

Thatcher looked over to see if there was an innuendo behind the question

Cuando eres niño, no cuestionas las respuestas. Las grabas de una en una. Las guardas hasta la adolescencia. Y es entonces cuando las cuestionas todas de golpe

Whiteness can be reproduced in the spaces where it is supposedly being questioned. You even have to do the work of questioning the terms of their terms ("if you want to decolonize, we'll do it on our terms"). If you don't use their terms, or if you question their terms, what happens then? You might be dropped; you might be stopped. But the questions you raise are turned into questions about you.