Quotes About Questioning

I've thought it from time to time myself. Stupidly simple. There has to be something to all this. There has to be! So many missing pieces. The more you consider it, the more atheists begin to sound like religious fanatics. But I think it's a delusion. It is all process and nothing more.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

The world of atheism was cracking apart for me, just as once the world of Catholic faith had cracked apart. I was losing my faith in the nonexistence of God.

What can the damned really say to the damned?

Flavius has never put a single question to us as to what we were. In his mind, I found, devotion and acceptance far superseded curiosity or fear.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds -justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort. And the balance by which she lived might be upset if she were to question her own goodness.

the hair. Well, there is no God. You might as well be God.

He said at dinner last night, Not a day goes by, when I don't ask a cosmic question. Does life have meaning? Or is this all smoke and mirrors? Are we all doomed?

Everything is coming to an end, I thought. But what does that mean? Why do I say things to myself when I don't even know what they mean?

Is that the proof, Almighty God, that you are not there, that your saints could be such petty demons?

weep when there are no more rules to break?" "Ah, but there are always rules to break.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary

He glanced up at me and then the figure who was questioning him, and I struggled, because I couldn't help it, to see what he was seeing-this vampire whose skin still glowed though it was tanned, and whose eyes were prismatic and undeniably fierce.

what is the experience of sex if you have never had it.

Her words were lulling me and making me believe that I was not miserable, but where would this path lead?

Child," he whispered. "Would I suffer such horrors if not for God?

The child in the middle of the room was glaring at him, for child she was, no matter what her advanced years. She was a virgin, untouched, unkissed, innocent and angry, and he was prepared to enjoy himself immensely. So tell me, little one. What really brought you here?

But why you would want to catch flies, hah? Answer me that, vinegar girl.

He thought of how it would be if his father returned some time in he future, when Cody was a man. Look at what I've accomplished, Cody would tell him. Notice where I've got to, how far I've come without you. Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Was it something I didn't do, that made you go away?

You want to be independent?" he asked. He pronounced the word at a distance, somehow, as if he found it distasteful.

Does he ever stop to consider his life? The meaning of it, the point? Does it trouble him to think that he will probably spend his next thirty or forty years this way? Nobody knows. And it's almost certain nobody's ever asked him. On a Monday toward the end of October, he was still eating breakfast when his first call came in.

Why! he always thought to himself. What was that little redhead doing by the side of

She began to have a slight feeling of panic. What am I doing here? she thought.