Quotes About Questioning

In religion and politics people's beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second-hand, and without examination, from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue but have taken them at second-hand from other non-examiners, whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing.

The best cure for Christianity is reading the Bible. –Mark Twain

Not a sparrow falls to the ground without His seeing it. But it falls, just the same. What good is seeing it fall?

Presently he turned to me and said, just as one might speak of the weather, or any other common matter— You know about transmigration of souls; do you know about transposition of epochs—and bodies? I said I had not heard of it.

And if you're lucky enough to survive going crazy and get back to the point where you can pass for normal, it builds a question into the rest of your life. You have to forgive people for wondering, 'How all right can he be?

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

for where else could we have really gone?

Please forgive me for thinking faith means certainty.

Find your own words; I have no more; or plenty more but why? and all to tell—what?

Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I've been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask.

Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke Is it really you? Is it from your cheek, she thought, that I took the seed? The man nodded. His heart wobbled and he held tighter to the branches. It is.

Christ, it's defeaning. why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I have been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer's quite simple: To Care.... How do people live like this? How do they survive? And maybe that's why I am here. What if they can't anymore?

How'd it feel? Rube asked himself. I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

Normalmente vamos por la vida reyéndonos constantemente lo que nos decimos. «Estoy bien», decimos. «Estoy genial.» Pero de vez en cuando la verdad se te echa encima y no puedes sacudírtela. Entonces te das cuenta de que a menudo esa verdad no es una respuesta, sino una pregunta. Incluso ahora, me pregunto hasta qué punto me convence mi vida.

Por qué no puede oírlo el resto del mundo? —me pregunto. En pocos segundos me lo pregunto muchas veces—. Porque no le importa —me respondo al fin, y sé que estoy en lo cierto. Tengo la sensación de haber sido elegido—. Pero ¿elegido para qué? —me pregunto.» La respuesta es simple: «Para que me importe».

Why me?" I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

Se puede robar la felicidad? ¿O es sólo otro infernal truco humano?

God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never answers?

Crossword?" he would ask.

Liesel was tempted to ask her the meaning, but it never eventuated.

Alles gut, Saumensch? No necesitaba una respuesta. Todo iba bien. Pero era terrible.