Quotes About Questioning

I don't believe there is a God, I said fiercely, and if there is, He's not the merciful being He's always depicted, or He wouldn't be always torturing me for His own amusement.

How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?

Yes, I-- I think I love her. Is that nuts?

I love new questions.

His eyes flashed open. "Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it?

I love my country. But how many more of our loved ones need to die in this senseless war?

do u ever think, when ur all alone, all tht we could be, where this can go, am i crazy, or falling in love?

We love the Lord, of course, but we often wonder what He finds in us.

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.

No sabe usted lo que es dudar de todo, incluso de uno mismo

I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people?

expostulate.

Are you? I said. Gay, I mean? - I hoped he wasn't offended by my asking, but after everything that had happened, I really wanted to know. No, he said. I thought I was for about a w-w-week once. But now I know I'm not. If there was ever an answer that sounded like the truth, that was it.

Who is this girl? Why is she alive? Wonder if I should leave right now. Get up and say, 'Goodnight fuck-ups, it's been a sheer sensation and I hope I never see any of you again,' and leave?

If all of your friends are morons is it a felony, a misdemeanor or an act of God if you blow their fucking heads off with a thirty-eight magnum?

What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest. 'What do you do?' 'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?' 'Why not?' She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams. 'Because... I don't know,' she sighs. I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.

Me mira fijamente, y la mirada que le devuelvo es el principio de todo, y me imagino el futuro: ¿Por qué me odias?, imagino que dice la voz angustiada de una chica. ¿Qué te he hecho?, imagino que grita otra persona.

Is that your real name? Does it really matter? It makes me wonder what else is not real.

Where are we going? I asked him. I don't know, he said. Just driving. But this road does not go anywhere, I told him. That doesn't matter. What does? I asked, after a little while. Just that we're on it, dude, he said.

Doubts are the ants in the pants of faith. They keep it awake and moving. – Frederick Buechner

one of the truest, most honest sentences of our lives: "Wow, we don't really know.

An unexamined, status-quo Christianity is not worth perpetuating. I cannot and will not stay Christian if it means perpetuating Christianity's past history and current trajectory.

we consider the religion a lost cause anyway).