Quotes About Questioning

Dear Lord, have you brought me all this way to stop? Why, why, was I allowed to search so long, to come so near?

Oh I don't know about that. - The Manteceros

When did I stop being me?

90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, 'When did I stop being me?

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all?

Mom always says that doubt is just another way of expressing faith.

Right now I would love to have a personal message from God. I want to believe the way I used to, when my dad or mom or sometimes both of them would pray with me at night and I would picture God listening, kind-eyed and bearded. He was real to me, as real as my own parents. I don't know when God stopped being someone I saw as my true friend, and turned into something I'm mostly confused about.

That's not a real answer.' Says who?' Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.' Clowns.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

Why should I even bother? What's the point, really? He thought for a moment. Who says there has to be a point? he asked. Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? I asked him. He looked at me and then said, You're here, aren't you?

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

It's interesting said Jack. What is? You believe in God. he said. You just don't believe that God is good.

Do you think she's still here?" Jonah asks.

I hesitate. I feel like we forgot something. But what?

It was made clear to me that I wasn't supposed to trouble the moody Creator with any pesky questions about the eccentricities of His cosmic system....Thus my idea of heaven was that I got to spend eternity sitting at the feet of God, grilling Him. Let me get this straight, I'd say, by way of introduction. It's your position that every person born has to suffer because Eve couldn't resist a healthy between-meals snack?

I soon figured out that I should keep my qualms to myself. Christianity is no different from any other cult---it isn't about faith. It's about agreement, about like-minded people sitting together in the same room at the same time believing the same thing. That unity is its appeal. Once someone, even a little six-year-old someone wearing patent leather Mary Janes, starts asking questions that can't be answered, the whole congregation's fun is spoiled.

The intellectuel engagé had a duty to dedicate himself to revolutionary activity, to question established orthodoxies, and to champion the interests of all oppressed groups

En el fondo, ¿qué busco? No sé.

She believed in nothing, if it wasn't for her skepticism she would be an athiest.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an athiest.

How should I know why! I didn't invent human beings, Iggy.

And the process started over again. Once more it was, Who are you? And I had to confess that I didn't know where to begin.

Well, I need a job. Something that'll leave me the free time I want. I like the way you arrange your life. What do you intend to do with this free time? I intend to use it. I didn't like the implication of this. Why should he need his time free and I be questioned?