Quotes About Questioning

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

After reaching 50, I began to wonder what the root of life is.

There is obviously a great human need for religion because life seems to be such a mystery.

Is there life before death? - that is the question!

Not sure of my place in the world (still up for debate) and not sure what I wanted to do with my life (not really up for debate).

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and wonder if my life would be different if I had to do it over... Then a voice comes to me out of the dark that says, "boy, there's an original thought!

I guess we guess our way through life. How many times do we really know for sure?

I don't know if I see myself as an actress for the rest of my life.

It was here [at the age of seventeen] that I suspended my religious inquiries.

Back, suddenly, to uncertainty.

A trait that showed up at about this time was my tendency not to accept anything I was told until I had checked it for myself.

Could one have a time-release epiphany, an epiphany without realizing it had happened? Or were they always trumpeted by angels and preceded by temporary blindness, Patrick wondered, as he walked down the corridor in the wrong direction.

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,Is this the handiwork you give to God?

Never examine too much anyone without reasons that you would become yourself a question mark.

Unbelieving is within it, something believing.

What I really wanted wasn't fame. All I wanted was to know whether or not I should've been been born. – Portgas D. Ace

science, as good as it is with how, isn't equipped to deal with why.

She stared at the goldfish bowl uncertainly. "I can never remember whether I've fed him or not," she said suddenly. "I kept on feeding them and they kept on dying all the time. All but one. So I don't know if he killed the rest or if I was over-feeding them or starving them or what. You're supposed to give them a pinch of food every day. But how big is a pinch anyway?

Only a weak mind seeks ultimate answers.

Ginger's eyes had always been beautiful, gay, sparkling, laughing, and intelligent. Now they were even more beautiful for there were sadness and pleading, an anxious questioning, in them, too.

If the child's curiosity is not fed, if his questions are not answered, he will stop asking questions. And then, by the time he is in his middle twenties, he will stop wondering about all the mysteries of his world. His curiosity will be dead.

There is a wonderful word, why? , that children use. All children. When they stop using it, the reason, too often, is that no one bothered to answer them, no one tried to keep alive one of the most important attributes a person can have: interest in the world around him.

Where is it written that lives should have a meaning?

Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.