Quotes About Questioning

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world? = MEETING =

Ici on croit en Dieu. Et c'est pas le curé qui nous en empêchera. Il sait seulement pas à quoi ça sert, Dieu.

What do you think? Typhoid Mohammeds? Could the Saudis actually be part of this whole thing?

Hogyan vehetjük ennyire adottnak magunkat? Hogyan lehetséges, hogy sosem kérdÅ'jelezzük meg a testünket és a lényünket?

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself.

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't, you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

I remembered how Raphael had wondered which of the People of the Alcove had been murdered and how the simple fact of her posing the question had made the whole World seem a darker, sadder Place. Perhaps that is what it is like being with other people. Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not. Perhaps that is what Raphael means.

Don't ask me those questions! Don't ask me what life means or how we know reality or why we have to suffer so much. Don't talk about how nothing feels real, how everything is coated with gelatin and shining like oil in the sun. I don't want to hear about the tiger in the corner or the Angel of Death or the phone calls from John the Baptist.

La visión seduce con su apariencia de certeza. Ves las cosas y estás convencido de que la realidad es sólo ésa, no te haces preguntas, no indagas porque te conformas con lo que ves. —Quien ve no ve nada —repetía mi padre.

I don't know why I'm still here. All right? And I'd just like to figure it out before I go.

You have business here?' the gruff voice asked. Rafe didn't relish the thought of a musket ball piercing his heart. His mother, and scads of London ladies, would be terribly upset.

What the devil are you doing here?' Rafe demanded, eyeing him suspiciously. Warefield raised his eyebrows. 'You asked for help.' 'I asked for money.' 'It's the same thing.' 'No, it's not. You-' 'And who might this be?

Then I remembered something I'd read in a Kurt Vonnegut novel: when you're trying to find the answer to a question, the answer is in the question.

But the truth is, I was also born in Missouri, the "Show-Me" state, into a Lutheran/Episcopalian/Jewish home, and attended Catholic school, which gave me enough theories about The Other Side and the journey of the soul to keep me perpetually confused if I had simply believed everything I heard without questioning it.

then he pushed the call button again and asked, Are you sleeping with anyone? Why is that any business of yours? Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what's standing in my way, if anything.

Is he daft? Bond queried. His brain is so advanced, it stumbles over mediocrity.

He stared at me. You have a sexual fantasy in which I'm a virgin?.

Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

Is anyone anywhere happy?

I'll never speak to God again.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

O love, how did you get here? --from Nick and the Candlestick, written 29 October 1962