Quotes About Questioning

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false. I believe that these assertions still make sense and do still apply to the exploration of reality through art. So as a writer I stand by them but as a citizen I cannot. As a citizen I must ask: What is true? What is false?

Never, never, never, on cross-examination ask a witness a question you don't already know the answer to, was a tenet I absorbed with my baby-food.

Madam, my father has left me flopping like a flounder at low tide and you say what's the matter.

Do you really think so?

Never, never, never, on cross-examination ask a witness a question you don't already know the answer to, was a tenet I absorbed with my baby-food. Do it, and you'll often get an answer you don't want, an answer that might wreck your case.

Never, never, never, on cross-examination ask a witness a question you don't already know the answer to.

Never, never, never, on cross-examination ask a witness a question you don't already know the answer to, was a tenet I absorbed with my baby-food.

I don't know what it means to live.

you mean machines are like humans? I shook my head. No, not like humans. With machines the feeling is, well, more finite. It doesn't go any further. With humans it's different. The feeling is always changing. Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it. With my Subaru, it's not so complicated.

What if I've forgotten the most important thing?

As I gazed at my reflection I wondered, Where am I headed? Before that, though, the question was Where have I come to? Where is this place? No, before that even I needed to ask, Who the hell am I?

I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?

Are you asking because you really want an answer?

And besides, thought Yoshida, If it was all right for God to test man, why was it wrong for man to test God?

I'm confused. Really confused. And it's a lot deeper than you think. Deeper… darker… colder. But tell me something. How could you have slept with me that time? How could you have done such a thing? Why didn't you just leave me alone?

Tell me," said Sumire, "have you ever felt confused about what you're doing, like it's not right?" "I spend more time being confused than not," I answered.

I wake up, but where? I don't just think this, I actually voice the question to myself: Where am I? As if I didn't know: I'm here. In my life. A feature of the world that is my existence.

Considering the sense of powerlessness that such a state of affairs would bring about, to have people floating in a pool of mysterious question marks seems like a minor sin.

I may have nothing inside me, but what would something be?

I don't know, but does it matter?

I'm going to swim 0.93 miles, ride a bike 24.8 miles, then run a final 6.2 miles. And what's all that supposed to prove? How is this any different from pouring water in an old pan with a tiny hole in the bottom?

What, exactly, are you doing?" "Dog-sitting." "Dog-sitting. Are all of your colleagues going out of town at the same time?" My mom was patient as a saint, but she said the word colleague as if it were coated with the oil drained off a can of tuna fish.

Radical selfcare is what's going to get us through this kind of endlessly inane questioning of the validity of our existence, through menopause, and through all of the many other changes that are still yet to come.

So we keep asking, over and over Until a handful of earth Stops our mouths- But is that an answer?