Quotes About Questioning

But today is not yesterday, and the Reb could do nothing but listen to the worst imaginable words—We couldn't save her—told to him by a doctor he had never met before that night. How could this happen? She had been perfectly normal earlier in the day, a playful child, her whole life before her. We couldn't save her? Where is the logic, the order of life?

How long have i been dead? A minute. An hour. A thousand years

We are taught that we come from God, that we were created in His image, but the things we do as we grow, the way we behave, what is godlike about that? And the terrible things that befall us? How does a supreme being permit them?

After Lilly's death, Inspector LeFleur viewed things differently. Why turn to God now? Where was God when his MIL fell asleep? Where was God when his daughter got swept into the sea? What kind of God lets a child die that way? There was no comfort in invisible forces, not for LeFleur. There was only what got put in front of you and how you dealt with it. If he was in the lifeboat he would have pinned him down and held Him accountable for all the horrors He allowed in this world.

When someone passes, Benjamin, people always ask, 'Why did God take them? A better question would be 'Why did God give them to us?' What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet moments we shared?

When someone passes, people always ask, 'Why did God take them?' A better question would be 'Why did God give them to us?' What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet moments we shared?

blurt out was "Why?

you were really God," I seethed, "you would have stopped him.

When someone passes, Benjamin, people always ask, 'Why did God take them?' A better question would be 'Why did God give them to us?' What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet memories we shared?

Let us remove God from the equation, shall we?

Qual é o significado de tudo isso? Qual o objetivo dessa tristeza toda? Deve ter algum propósito, ou então o universo é governado pelo acaso. Mas qual é o propósito?

The news in those days was full of war and migrants and nativists, and it was full of fracturing too, of regions pulling away from nations, and cities pulling away from hinterlands, and it seemed that as everyone was coming together everyone was also moving apart. Without borders nations appeared to be becoming somewhat illusory, and people were questioning what role they had to play.

Not—please understand me—that I was convinced that I had made a mistake; no, I was merely unconvinced that I had not made a mistake. I was, in other words, confused.

What you need is sustained outrage...there's far too much unthinking respect given to authority.

I believe all Southern liberals come from the same starting point--race. Once you figure out they are lying to you about race, you start to question everything.

If she could leave him so easily, if it was as easy as that, then why did she ever begin it?

Reading a book should be a conversation between you and the author. Presumably he knows more about the subject than you do; if not, you probably should not be bothering with his book. But understanding is a two-way operation; the learner has to question himself and question the teacher, once he understands what the teacher is saying. Marking a book is literally an expression of your differences or your agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him.

understanding is a two-way operation; the learner has to question himself and question the teacher.

Many readers fear that it would be disloyal to their commitment to stand apart and impersonally question what they are reading. Yet this is necessary whenever you read analytically.

My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime.

Abel,' she said after a moment, 'do you think that I am beautiful?' She had gone to the opposite wall and turned. She leaned back with her hands behind her, throwing her head a little in order to replace a lock of hair that had fallen across her brow. She sucked at her cheeks, musing. 'No, not beautiful,' he said.

Ah, McAllister laughed, free thinkers at seventeen!

If you ask, 'What happens when we die? Why do we die?' you are asking, 'Why do we live?

As for asking Tam Lin, Matt didn't know how to bring up the subject. By the way, is anyone planning to cut me up into T-bone steaks? Even more terrifying was the bodyguard's possible answer: You hit the nail on the head there, laddie. I always said you were bright as a button.