Quotes About Questioning

Sometimes I don't know anymore if it really is love. I have been carrying it for so long.

Zwanger!' zei Arianna. 'Hoe kan hij nou zwanger zijn?

The American religion-so far as there is one anymore-seems to be doubt. Whoever believes the least wins, because he'll never be found wrong.

The American religion—so far as there is one anymore—seems to be doubt. Whoever believes the least wins, because he'll never be found wrong.

way." The giant scratched his head and looked doubtful.

Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers. Let me keep company always with those who say Look! and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?

Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?

I WAKE CLOSE TO MORNING Why do people keep asking to see God's identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough? Certainly any god might turn away in disgust. Think of Sheba approaching the kingdom of Solomon. Do you think she had to ask, "Is this the place?

I want the poem to ask something and, at its best moments, I want the question to remain unanswered.

Why do people keep asking to see God's identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough? Certainly any god might turn away in disgust. Think of Sheba approaching the kingdom of Solomon. Do you think she had to ask, "Is this the place?

To enjoy, to question—never to assume, or trample. Thus the great ones (my great ones, who may not be the same as your great ones) have taught me—to observe with passion, to think with patience, to live always care-ingly.

Why do people keep asking to see God's identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough?

Jack was thrilled to be going to ancient Greece. But something worried him. "What do you think will happen after we go to Greece?" he asked Annie. "Is this our last mission ever?" "Oh, I hope not," said Annie. "What do you think?" "I don't know. Let's ask Morgan," said Jack.

Though I found this information surprising, this being the Father of Medicine we are talking about, I did not question it. You do not question an author who appears on the title page as "T.V.N. Persaud, M.D., Ph.D., D.Sc., F.R.C. Path. (Lond.), F.F. Path. (R.C.P.I.), F.A.C.O.G." Who knows, perhaps history erred in bestowing upon Hippocrates the title Father of Medicine.

Alas, for me, a belief is not something you are born into or that you simply choose to adopt one day. Belief, for me, calls for plausibility. And so I continue my wanderings.

Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come?

Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?

What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination?

He [Shelley] told me that he had had many visions lately; he had seen the figure of himself, which met him as he walked on the terrace and said to him, 'How long do you mean to be content?

What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans.

But when I heard that this old man, who went from accuser to being the accused, had been staked out on his back in a field and the deputies had piled stone upon stone on his chest, it made me wonder about the kind of people who were convicting us. Where was Satan? Wasn't he hiding in the folds of the judges' coats? Wasn't he speaking in the voices of these magistrates and men of religion?

Once you question your own belief, it's over. -Naruto Uzumaki