Quotes About Questioning

Görüyorsunuz ya, ne zaman Tanr?'y? aramaya kalksam, bir erkekle kar??la??yorum; hangi dine yöneleceÄŸimi ÅŸa??rd?m.

I know nothing, nothing. I not only have no answer to give, but I haven't even found a satisfactory way of propounding the questions.

All around me the world lies like an immense hypothesis that I can no longer verify.

How many people have been thus led, through lack of self-confidence, to stifle their most justified doubts?

She could not escape asking (in the exact words and mental intonations which a thousand million women, dairy wenches and mischief-making queens, had used before her, and which a million million women will know hereafter), Was it all a horrible mistake, my marrying him? She quieted the doubt--without answering it.

Isn't there perhaps something the matter with you and me? (May I join you in the honor of having something the matter?)" "(Yes, thanks.) No, I think it's the town.

After his remarks upon suffrage he abruptly questioned her about herself. His kindliness and the firmness of his personality enveloped her and she accepted him as one who had a right to know what she thought and wore and ate and read. He was positive. He had grown from a sketched-in stranger to a friend, whose gossip was important news. She noticed the healthy solidity of his chest. His nose, which had seemed irregular and large, was suddenly virile.

It was coming to him that perhaps all life as he knew it and vigorously practised it was futile; that heaven as portrayed by the Reverend Dr. John Jennison Drew was neither probable nor very interesting; that he hadn't much pleasure out of making money; that it was of doubtful worth to rear children merely that they might rear children who would rear children. What was it all about? What did he want?

Do you ever feel that we are only building sand castles? Why do so many things happen to us? I am afraid the little we have left will be swept away, too. Why bother?

Now, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?

I don't even feel so sure of that any more. I mean, if we were a couple, he'd be here, wouldn't he? He'd be here with me.

What if you're wholly wrong?

My god, my god—what have you planned to do to me?

Tell me, why do you love misery so much?

The punishment begins here—where will the end be?

Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill.

I'm curious about life, period.

What the meaning of human life may be I don't know: I incline to suspect that it has none.

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

A good reporter remains a skeptic all his life.

This isn't like an auction, right? You guys aren't going to take it away?

I spent most of my adult life essentially agnostic or an atheist.

It would make life much easier if I could have total faith and not question everything all the time, but I can't do it and I won't do it.