Quotes About Questioning

God does not read.

Why don't I kill myself? If I knew exactly what keeps me from doing so, I should have no more questions to ask myself since I should have answered them all.

In all the edifice of thought, I have not found a category upon which to rest my head.

All that is Life in me urges me to give up God.

C'est d'un type spécial de veilles que dérive la mise en cause de la naissance

Când începe o fiin?? s?-ÅŸi supravieÅ£uiasc?? Aceasta e întrebarea pe care ar trebui s? ne-o punem, întrebarea capital? pentru fiecare. Înclin s? cred c? începem s? ne supravieÅ£uim imediat ce începem s? înÅ£elegem, s? deosebim o iluzie acolo unde înainte credeam într-o realitate.

Pentru om, viaÈ›a nu e un absolut. De aceea, niciun om, întrucât nu e numai animal, nu g?seÈ™te o mulÈ›umire în faptul însuÈ™i al vieÈ›ii, în faptul de a tr?i. Pentru animal, viaÈ›a e totul; pentru om, ea este un semn de întrebare.

Ce faceti de dimineata pana seara? Ma indur.

The mind that puts everything in question reaches, after a thousand interrogations, an almost total inertia, a situation which the inert, in fact, knows from the start, by instinct. For what is inertia but a congenital perplexity?

The first thinker was, without a doubt, the first man obsessed by why. An unaccustomed mania, not at all contagious: rare indeed are those who suffer from it, who are a prey to questioning, and who can accept no given because they were born in consternation.

De cierto tipo de vigilias se desprende el cuestionar el nacimiento.

What's wrong—what's the matter with you?" Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for. . . .

After the Spanish publication of the 'Précis,' two Andalusian students asked me if it was possible to live without "fundamentación." I answered that it was true that I had found no solid basis anywhere and that I had nonetheless managed to endure, for with the years one got used to everything, even vertigo. Then, too, one does not constantly keep watch and interrogate oneself, absolute lucidity being incompatible with breathing.

WÅ'aÅ›nie nasi najbli?si najchÄ™tniej kwestionujÄ… nasze zalety. Jest to reguÅ'a powszechna, nie uniknÄ…Å' jej nawet Budda. Najzacieklej wystÄ™powaÅ' przeciwko niemu jeden z jego kuzynów, dopiero zaÅ› pó?niej Mara, diabeÅ'.

Getting up with my head full of plans, I would be working, I was sure of it, all morning long. No sooner had I sat down at my desk than the odious, vile, and persuasive refrain: "What do you expect of this world?" stopped me short. And I returned, as usual, to my bed with the hope of finding some answer, of going back to sleep...

What's wrong--what's the matter with you?' Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for....

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?

I seriously ask myself, What is the meaning of all this? Why raise questions, throw lights, or see shadows? Wouldn't it be better if I buried my tears in the sand on a seashore in utter solitude? But I never cried, because my tears have always turned into thoughts. And my thoughts are as bitter as tears.

If I used to ask myself, over a coffin: "What good did it do the occupant to be born?," I now put the same question about anyone alive.

Sloth is a somatic scepticism, the way the flesh doubts.

If I used to ask myself, over a coffin: "What good did it do the occupant to be born?", I now put the same question about anyone alive.

After the Spanish publication of the 'Précis,' two Andalusian students asked me if it was possible to live without 'fundamentación.' I answered that it was true that I had found no solid basis anywhere and that I had nonetheless managed to endure, for with the years one got used to everything, even vertigo. Then, too, one does not constantly keep watch and interrogate oneself, absolute lucidity being incompatible with breathing.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?" —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

ta v?n làm th?? Có bao gi? chúng ta ??t câu h?i, t?i sao chúng ta l?i làm th? không? Lòng ta còn ham ti?n b?c, danh v?ng, ??a v?, s?c kh?e, và ch? c?u bình an cho chính mình thôi, nên ch?ng bao gi? th?a mãn.