Quotes About Questioning

I am drawn to Christ but I have real problems with the Catholic Church.

I feel very grateful for the way I was brought up. I did not realise it then, but as I grew older and started writing and realised the material that was there was very strong, I felt very grateful that my life was complicated and that my identity was never clear but put me in a position that was always questioned.

It's not me being rude or disrespectful but as I've got older I've realised I can question people or ask why. Maybe in the past I've been scared to ask them or scared of the reaction of what I would get back.

I accept reality and dare not question it.

Ever since my grade school days, as I mastered the art of 'faking sick' and I stumbled across 'The View,' I've been confusedly asking myself the same question... How do these dumb broads remain gainfully employed?

I never graduated to being an atheist. I only graduated to being an agnostic.

This is a shameful thing to say, but I've never really got that 'grown-up' mind-set. I have to buy forks? Why?

I want to keep people guessing.

One of the worst. I can't begin to explain... I literally ask them all the time, 'Why doesn't Will, maybe he shaves his head?' But really, did everyone have that haircut in the '80s? Who would choose to have that haircut?

Are you . . . are you the athask? The great one?" "Maybe," said Mogget. "I can't remember." "Mogget

The most important questions—"What are you? Where did you come from?"—had a whole range of answers, starting with "I'm the Disreputable Dog" and "from elsewhere" and occasionally becoming as eloquent as "I'm your Dog" and "You tell me—it was your spell.

We're really going to ride rhinos?" asked Conor excitedly.

How could he? The

I am not supposed to see this God. No person is supposed to see this. How can You let this happen?

The pool and the miniature vale that contained it, always dark, grew darker still. Looking up after countless kisses, he saw idling fish of mottled gold and silver, black, white, and red, hanging in air above the goddess's upraised hand, and for the first time noticed light streaming from a lamp of silver filigree in the branches of a stunted tree. "Where did they go?" he asked.

Imagine what you could do ... if you stopped turning your energy against yourself and use it instead to question what you've been hypnotized into believing about the size of your body. And to speak up for matters to you and your children.

Estamos aquí para morirnos de aburrimiento y luego preguntarnos cómo es posible aburrirse tanto.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me

And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?

I hear you say 'Why?' Always 'Why?' You see things; and you say 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?

Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.

Besides, do any of us understand what we are doing? If we did, would we ever do it?

It may be asked how so imbecile and dangerous a creed ever came to be accepted by intelligent beings. I will answer that question more fully in my next volume of plays, which will be entirely devoted to the subject. For

Alguns homens vêem as coisas como são, e dizem 'Por quê?' Eu sonho com as coisas que nunca foram e digo 'Por que não ?