Quotes About Questioning

God, who am I?

I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been analyzed. Instead, all I could see were question marks.

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

Quién es este terrible muchacho azul, extraño y brillante, como caído de una estrella?

Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished, why am I cold.

What do you do? I asked the man, to break the silence shooting up around me on all sides, thick as jungle grass

La vida ha sido una combinación de coincidencia de cuento de hadas y alegría de vivir y choques de belleza, junto con un auto cuestionamiento hiriente.

What the hell is tragedy? I am.

Where are you going?' I was about to say, 'Back to the asylum', but the man looked promising, so I changed my mind.

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions

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 non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you?

Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?' But O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-- It's so elegant So intelligent

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question

Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question...

I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow

Who is the third who walks always beside you? 360 When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you?

That corpse you planted last year in your garden, "Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

Why should they wait until I came back to Wishwood? There were a thousand places where I might have met them! Why here? why here? Many happy returns of the day, mother.

All this was a long time ago, I remember, And I would do it again, but set down This set down This: were we led all that way for Birth or Death?

When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer?

And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

Who is the third that walks always beside you? When I count there are only you and I together.