Quotes About Questioning

If no love is, ah God, what feel I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he?

Sometimes why is the most important question.

Shrines! Shrines! Surely you don't believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?

Philosophy can make people sick.

For it is owing to their wonder that men both now begin and at first began to philosophize.

But to be constantly asking 'What is the use of it?' is unbecoming to those of broad vision and unworthy of free men.

It is through wonder that men now begin and originally began to philosophize; wondering in the first place at obvious perplexities, and then by gradual progression raising questions about the greater matters too.

Men were first led to the study of philosophy, as indeed they are today, by wonder.

To Thales the primary question was not what do we know, but how do we know it.

Yet a little while, she thought, and I shall be lying on a bed like that! And what shall I have lived for? What is the meaning of it? The riddle of life itself was killing her, and she seemed to drown in a sea of inexpressible sorrow.

Vind je me niet mooi?' 'Heel mooi. Mooi zoals mensen mooi zijn die niet lang meer te leven hebben.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

What are you doing, Dave?

He had a suspicion of plausible answers; they were so often wrong.

Don't believe anything I've told you—merely because I said it.

there were some who still found time to repeat an ancient and never-answered question: "Where do we go from here?

Yet among all the distractions and diversions of a planet which now seemed well on the way to becoming one vast playground, there were some who still found time to repeat an ancient and never-answered question: "Where do we go from here?

Believe me, it gives us no pleasure to destroy men's faiths, but all the world's religions cannot be right, and they know it.

straight enough. I should like to know who sold you the geese which you supplied to the Alpha.

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

Nothing irrevocable had yet been spoken, but there was only the barest margin of safety left them; each of them moving delicately along the outskirts of an open question, and, once spoken, such a question - as Do you love me? - could never be answered or forgotten.

I hated them anyway, and wondered why it had been worth while creating them in the first place.

Is everyone really crazy but me?

to send me away." Why me, she wondered, why me? Am I the public conscience? Expected always to say in cold words what the rest of them are too arrogant to recognize? Am I supposed to be the weakest