Quotes About Questioning

Jared never prayed, because the idea of a loving God seemed out of sync with the facts of the world.

After all, who are you that the world should make sense to you?

God hates me.

It doesn't cause me to doubt God's existence, but it does force me to admit there's a lot about God I don't understand.

Gutterman's face flushed beet-red. Oh, is that so? he snarled. We'll see how impressed you are when we start questioning you. Oh, please don't question us, Ned cried mockingly.

Cormac drove. He eyed me in the rearview mirror. "Anyone you want me to beat up?

I couldn't find Dr. Flemming among the audience, either. So, Duke, Flemming, and Stockton had all ditched. Did that make me the last one standing? Did that mean I won? What, exactly, did I win?

What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.

It wasn't that Mattie didn't believe in God. She did, she most surely did. She just didn't like some of the things He did, is all.

Leah's baby was nestled protectively in the crook of Devon's arm. In the golden firelight, his expression appeared grim. The neck of his shirt was open, the sleeves rolled up. With a soft gasp of mother love, Leah reached for her child. But Devon's deep, silky voice stopped her. "Who is the baby's father? And do you love him?" She froze. Her mouth went dry. Her heart pounded in her chest. He waited.

As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there's dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical.

Were we lost and unaccounted for, or was this where we truly belonged and our normal lives the original error?

I'm not really sure why I'm here. You see, everyone has a purpose, they're all going somewhere or doing something. I really have no idea why I'm here.

If everybody who had brains and doubts left Orthodoxy, we would be in a great deal of trouble.

God killed my little sister. That's right, Lev. A little girl, suddenly sick and dead. Everything He touches is destroyed. Casagemas, Apollinaire, Eva, Max Jacob. How do you worship Him, Lev? He's the true destroyer. Satan works out in the open, cards on the table. He gives it to you straight, no games. God plays at sweetness and goodness, and kills you. Who's worse, Satan or God? Satan at least has the decency to show us his real face. So I pay God back with my paintings.

It intrigued me that I had made no drawings of my father. The mashpia would notice that. But why had I made no drawings of my father?

Excuse me, you taught trope in Theresienstadt?

I wondered if anything would have turned out differently had a careless nurse switched the two of us in a hospital nursery, whether his family would be significantly changed, whether mine would have been, whether any of us Koreans, raised as we were, would sense the barest tinge of a loss or estrangement.

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?

Why don't they just take him out? I asked. I'm not politically minded, as I guess you can tell. Mr. Cataliades was smiling at me. So direct, so classic, he said. So American.

What are you, Zen Master Fang?

When I'm in meetings until 5am and then have to get up two hours later for filming, sometimes I ask myself 'why?'

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.