Quotes About Questioning

Only an idiot asks questions like "Have you read all of these books?" or "Have you listened to all of those CDs?" Seriously, there should be a number that one can call under those circumstances, after which a squad of big blokes will arrive at one's door and beat the questioning fool unconscious with a pristine copy of À la recherche du temps perdu , or that collection of the Complete Works of Beethoven that was just too cheap to pass up.

People who believe in buried gods,' said Louis. 'Do you believe in buried gods, Detective Walsh?' 'I'm Episcopalian. I believe in everything.

You don't have much faith in people, do you?" said David. "I don't have much faith in anything," Roland replied. "Not even in myself.

What have you taken from me, and from what have you taken me?

interesting ones." "I find that hard to believe," Linda said.

Skepticism: the mark and even the pose of the educated mind.

Paul opposed Rome with Christ against Caesar, not because that empire was particularly unjust or oppressive, but because he questioned the normalcy of civilization itself, since civilization has always been imperial, that is, unjust and oppressive.

I never see the dawn that I don't say to myself perhaps.

But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?

You have to look at things that happened in your life and ask why. It comes around.

Had my life increased, or merely added to itself? There had been addition and subtraction in my life, but how much multiplication?

I began asking, 'How can we know Christianity is true?' Sadly, none of the adults in my life offered an answer. Eventually I decided Christianity must not have any answers, and I became an agnostic.

I think that most art is asking a question or is looking for something, looking for answers and that is what life seems to be about for most people.

Maybe life is random, but I doubt it.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.

As the sun sets, we've all had those nights where you question your choices and where your life is going.

If there's a reason for the way that life is I'd like to find it. After all, who's life is it?

The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

Is a mountain only a huge stone? Is a planet an enormous mountain?

If you start asking how do we make life meaningful and life never ends, then you get into sort of these terrible sort of metaphysical quandaries and it gets really, really bleak looking.

It is astonishing that any man can forbear enquiring seriously whether there is a God; whether God is just; whether this life is the only state of existence.

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd.

What has brought unique, irreplaceable me - out of all the possibilities of life - here, now, to this?