Quotes About Questioning

In the hour of temptation, God's goodness is always impugned, and God's truth is always brought into question, and all other tokens of His love, His veracity, are always obscured.

The improver of natural knowledge absolutely refuses to acknowledge authority, as such. For him, skepticism is the highest of duties, blind faith the one unpardonable sin.

Why am I here?" You may have asked the question as you found yourself in the midst of an amazing, divinely orchestrated opportunity, or you may have asked it in reaction to having made the worst mistake of your life.

Non-belief and skepticism go hand and hand; always seeking, but never finding the truth.

Czy ja wygl?dam na zamachowca? -Niech pan spyta swojej ?ony.

Przyjdzie czas, kiedy ka?dego spytamy: kim jeste? i jakiemu panu s?u?y?e?.

Jakie to przygn?biaj?ce, jakie? to obel?ywe, ?e wszystko si? sprowadza do tych kilku pyta? z monologu Hamleta. Min??y wieki, upad?y cywilizacje, odesz?o w nico?? tyle pokole?, a nic si? nie zmieni?o, a tak ma?o si? zmieni?o i nam ta przekl?ta opatrzno?? odbiera z?udn? satysfakcj? pierwsze?stwa, pozbawia autorstwa, czyni nas wiecznymi plagiatorami.

Creative vision, sometimes childlike, enhances our ability to explore and question the reality around us.

Blake encourages us to fully engage our imagination in questioning of reality.

Zen questioning is a very gentle questioning. It is the kind of questioning that the Colorado River asks the Grand Canyon over centuries and centuries.

Faith that is allergic to questioning is just fundamentalist blind dogma.

Tør jeg spørre hva som er så morsomt? spurte Alicia forsonlig, raseriet hadde tydeligvis kjølnet. Har du sett deg selv i det siste - eller tror du det bare er meg som ser ut som om jeg er dratt baklengs gjennom en hekk?

Curiosity killed the cat," Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable. Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? "People always forget the rest of the saying," she complained. "'And satisfaction brought it back.

The kid hasn't mastered the art of small talk. Every question comes out sounding like part of an interrogation.

You love me, Zoe?" he'd asked on a number of occasions. "Don't you?

What are you on, Samuel?" This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate.

Fitzroy, what is this shit?" "Henry, please, not Fitzroy.

Garret went across the street to the library. There was a hole in the sidewalk the size of a bathtub. Construction was being done, was always being done. It was the journey that mattered, Garret thought woozily, the getting-there part. The mayor, and then the president, had begun saying that. "And where are we going?" the mayor had asked. "When will we get there? What will happen to us once we get there?" He really wanted to know.

Stepping back from our thoughts through mindfulness gives us the freedom to question the thoughts and so be less controlled by them.

You know what happens to people who ask questions. And you know what happens to people who answer them.

I've been an atheist since I was nine years old. And my mom is really religious, so we have a strange relationship. But if my mother was right, what would be the reason that the gods could let anything bad happen in the world?

He no longer believed in ideals and stuff. He wished that he could kick out the beliefs he had held so dear all his life. Why should he bear the burden of these principles when all most people do is only touch their lips to the cup of wisdom but not take it into their hearts and minds? Why should he bother with being the only believer?

She couldn't imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn't imagine why she and all these other people with her had to be treated this way. Who decided this, and what for?

Er was niets veranderd in de straat, zag ze. Het was nog steeds dezelfde rustige straat die ze altijd had gekend. Hoe was het mogelijk dat levens totaal konden veranderen, konden worden vernietigd, terwijl straten en gebouwen hetzelfde bleven, vroeg ze zich af.