Quotes About Questioning

Are you sure you want to leave?

I plead the fifth.

I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

Every night I still ask the Lord, Why? and havent heard a decent answer yet

Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream?

I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddamit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

They put spotlights on me standing there in the road in jeans and workclothes, with the big woeful rucksack a-back, and asked:-Where are you going? which is precisely what they asked me a year later under Television floodlights in New York, Where are you going?-Just as you cant explain to the police, you cant explain to society Looking for peace.

I don't know

Where is he tonight? Where am I? Where are you?

finally I went over to an old cook in the doorway of the kitchen and asked him "Why did Bodhidharma come from the West?" (Bodhidharma was the Indian who brought Buddhism eastward to China.) "I don't care," said the old cook, with lidded eyes, and I told Japhy and he said, "Perfect answer, absolutely perfect. Now you know what I mean by Zen.

I dunno, maybe you're Goat.

Sometimes I'd yell questions at the rocks and trees, and across gorges, or yodel - What is the meaning of the void? The answer was perfect silence, so I knew.

Tutte le notti continuo a chiedere al Signore, Perché? E ancora non ho avuto una risposta decente.

I wanted to know what 'IT' meant. 'Ah well' - Dean laughed - 'now you're asking me impon-de-rables - ahem!

Au fond, Qu'est-ce qui est arrivé après ? — voilà la seule raison d'être de la vie ou d'une histoire.

Quedamos tumbados de espaldas mirando al techo y preguntándonos qué se habría propuesto Dios al hacer un mundo tan triste.

Whither goes thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

hey kid, you got ma-ree-wa-naa?

Izdržite sa mnom ovaj teret, svi ljubavnici ?itatelji koji ste otrpjeli muke, izdržite sa mnom, svi muškarci koji znate da je to more crnila u o?ima tamnooke žene usamljeno more i biste li pitali more da samo sebe objasni, ili ženu zašto je prekri?ila ruke preko ruže na svom krilu? ne-

To doubt everything, or, to believe everything, are two equally convenient solutions; both dispense with the necessity of reflection.

I just think the word interview, although it is the view between two people exchanged, became a sort of cliche. You ask questions and the other one answers.

I think there are two types of photographers, those who want to document the world and those who want to create their own world. I am more interested in documenting the world and presenting it to people with the question attached, 'Does this make any sense to you?'