Quotes About Questioning

What? Were you born stupid, or did you just die that way?

Exactly," says the parrot. "WHY are you here? Or should I ask 'Why are YOU here?' Or 'Why are you HERE?

My artwork isn't evolving, it's deconstructing, and I don't know why.

You're asked this a lot. Or maybe you're only asked it once, and the other times are just echoes.

Sie ist ein Kind der Sixties, blind der Masse zu folgen war nie ihre Sache. Stattdessen versucht sie, sich die nonkonformen Fragen der Welt zu stellen, weil konforme Fragen nur zu konformen Antworten führen.

If a baby was going to be so unloved, why would God want it brought into the world?

But the feeling is there, like a wind at your back on the edge of a cliff, gently urging you. What if... What if...

Breakfast was breakfast. How dare it be?

Why, wondered Citra, would there ever be a need for 400,000 scythes?

submission. Is that the world you want to live in?

I remember thinking, if a baby was going to be so unloved, why would God want it brought into the world?

Why must everyone always ask me what I believe in? Why must I believe in anything at all right now? Can't I just have some time to think about it first?

Do you know what that feels like, Risa? he wants to ask her. Do you know what it's like to be un-souled?

Even now, at the end of her life, she still has to face that inevitable question. What good are you?

I ask every thinking man to show me what remains of life.

The mainspring of genius is curiosity.

Je questionnai l'un de ces hommes, et je lui demandai où ils allaient ainsi. Il me répondit qu'il n'en savait rien, ni lui, ni les autres ; mais qu'évidemment ils allaient quelque part, puisqu'ils étaient poussés par un invincible besoin de marcher.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.

We've died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do? Catch butterflies

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren't we going to run out of gas?' No there's plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I'm going to get some god-damed oranges!