Quotes About Questioning

Sure, I'd love to help you out...now, which way did you come in?

But if you loved me Why'd you leave me?

The view out the window was too much—the whoosh through the tunnel, the bright subway ads flashing by, taunting her with offers for travel insurance, human-sized pictures of chocolate bars . . . all the flotsam and jetsam of life. Numbers and houses and futures and food. Why did all this stuff have to fly into her face? Who needed it all? Why go this fast?

Why not?" He mocked himself for the morbid vigil he had spent in probing and vainly binding the wounds of his false pride.

The Socratic manner is not a game at which two can play. Please answer my question, to the best of your ability.

You may ask yourself, Well, how did I get here?

What are you, your fucking mother? ~ Mets *SkyWatcher* World W Z

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I keep thinking of all the people who cast despairing eyes toward the dark heavens and cry "Why?" And I imagine him. I imagine him listening. I picture his eyes misting and a pierced hand brushing away a tear. And although he may offer no answer, although he may solve no dilemma, although the question may freeze painfully in midair, he who also was once alone, understands.

While we are shaking heads in disbelief, they are lifting hands in worship. While we are mourning at a grave, they are marveling at heaven. While we are questioning God, they are praising God.

Crises will always drive some to faith and others to skepticism.

You do things God does. Think. Question. Reflect. You blueprint buildings, chart sea crossings, and swallow throat lumps when your kids say their alphabet. You, like Adam, have a soul.

If other planets dark as earth About dim trembling stars Carry frail freight of death and birth, Wild love, and endless wars; If from far, unseen motes in flight Life look down questioning This helpless passage through the night Is a less lonely thing:

feelings bore me. is that a crime

Whenever I began to question whether God exists, I looked up to the sky and surely there, right there, between the sun and moon, stands my grandmother, singing a long meter hymn, a song somewhere between a moan and a lullaby and I know faith is the evidence of things unseen. And all I have to do is continue trying to be a Christian.

For years, I had known that there is nothing idle about curiosity, despite the fact that the two words are often used in tandem. Curiosity fidgets, is hard to satisfy, looks for answers even before forming questions.

Their church was far from the others, but they could be heard on Sunday, a half mile away, singing and dancing until they sometimes fell down in a dead faint. Members of the other churches wondered if the Holy Rollers were going to heaven after all their shouting. The suggestion was that they were having their heaven right here on earth.

Mom, did he mean he would have to kill my cat?" He was clutching the small animal so tightly I thought he himself might put an end to its miserable life. "Yes, if no one wanted it, they'd do away with it." "But Mom, isn't that place called a place for the protection of animals?

Tell me something Micah, If you found a naked woman tied to your bed what would you think? That I have been a very good boy in a pass life.

What did you do?

Her questioning would

Why doesn't the CIA hire your grandmother to interrogate terror suspects? She does a much better job than they do of getting classified information.

So I said, "Wouldn't you be defensive if someone you didn't know started asking you stuff about your schizophrenic brother?" But he said no, he wouldn't—not unless he had something to hide. So then I said the only thing I had to hide was the fact that I wanted to give him a big old knuckle sandwich

Were you lying? I never lie, he said piously. About what? The sand, the snake. For a young man who never lied, he seemed surprisingly unoffended by the question.