Quotes About Questioning

Question, witch-child. Question especially those who would define 'evil' for you.

Before we ask, or when we never get the words out to ask, we have the tendency to make a lot of assumptions.

You look skeptical," she said. "I was born skeptical." "You

She spoke with the usual cadences of the young: sentences curling upward at the end, all statements fading into a smoky, implied question mark, as though nothing could be said with any reasonable certainty.

I, who am doubt now, with a song .

It had not seemed difficult, on a small income, to know what was right to do....Now, with so much, it was daily a decision: what was necessary, what was frivolous...It was so much gray--so little black and white; for a year she'd spent more of her time questioning herself and how she lived in Truth than she had done altogether in her life.

Now that you mention it, I was chatting with the crows earlier. They were wondering why you guys walk like you're wearing diapers.

While being questioners and questers, we are often lost; we follow too many fads and fashions in our search. Too often we are left with a shallow and narcissistic inner life.

knowing deep inside some ghosts are too cruel to question

Yes, she believed God loved her. But if this whole fiasco was His idea of love . . .

Did we really want her back? Hmmm . . .

So what now?" I ask when I finally pull away. I bury my head in his shoulder, not sure I want to know the answer. But when I look at him, his face is surprised, like it should be obvious. "Now," he says. "We figure it out together.

Meanwhile, other people seem to be getting along with God just fine, very well indeed. Why not me?)

Did everyone think about death practically every day, or was it just me? Did everyone wonder why we existed, and if life was nothing but a fluke?

I'm not denying that he's a terrific guy, but I'm not sure he's terrific for me.

Nearly two decades later, others would raise this question, would talk about books as mirrors and windows, and Ed Lim, tired by then, would find himself as frustrated as he was grateful. We've always known, he would think; what took you so long?

Most? What does that mean?

I stället ställde hon den fråga som flöt under alla de andra frågorna som en djup underjordisk flod. »Var jag önskad?«

inquisitive chirp, a self that curled up at the edges.

I was so taken aback by the question that I had to think about my response for a minute. Had I heard what I thought I heard? ... Remembering Zora Neale Hurston's Janie, I felt something inside me fall off the shelf, and I had to go inside and look around to see what it was.

Propose to any englishman any principle, or any instrument, however admirable, and you will observe that the whole effort of the english mind is directed to find a difficulty, defect or an impossibility in it.

I kept waiting for the book to appear. The wait grew more frustrating when my son entered school and was taught the same things I had been taught, beliefs I knew had long been sharply questioned. Since nobody else appeared to be writing the book, I finally decided to try it myself. Besides, I was curious to learn more. The book you are holding is the result.

Mr Lorry asks the witness questions: Ever been kicked? Might have been. Frequently? No. Ever kicked down stairs? Decidedly not; once received a kick at the top of a staircase, and fell down stairs of his own accord.

Brave and generous friend, will you let me ask you one last question? I am very ignorant, and it troubles me—just a little.