Quotes About Questioning

Quién dicen los hombres que soy yo?

What was it all for? Furlong wondered. The work and the constant worry. Getting up in the dark and going to the yard, making the deliveries, one after another, the whole day long, then coming home in the dark and trying to wash the black off himself and sitting into a dinner at the table and falling asleep before waking in the dark to meet a version of the same thing, yet again. Might things never change or develop into something else, or new?

What was it all for? Furlong wondered. The work and the constant worry. Getting up in the dark and going to the yard, making deliveries, one after another, the whole day long, then coming home in the dark and trying to wash the black off himself and sitting into a dinner at the table and falling asleep before waking in the dark to meet a version of the same thing, yet again. Might things never change or develop into something else, or new?

What was it all for? Furlong wondered. The work and the constant worry. Getting up in the dark and going to the yard, making the deliveries, one after another, the whole day long, then coming home in the dark and trying to wash the black off himself and sitting into a dinner at the table and falling asleep before waking in the dark to meet a version of the same thing, yet again.

Why are you asking me? I'm seventeen and don't know anything about what to do when you're autistic and gay.

Just think of the tragedy of teaching children not to doubt.

First of all, I must make it clear that this girl does not know herself apart from the fact that she goes on living aimlessly. Were she foolish enough to ask herself 'Who am I?', she would fall flat on her face. For the question 'Who am I?' creates a need. And how does one satisfy that need? To probe oneself is to recognize that one is incomplete.

Sou um monstro ou isso é ser uma pessoa?

Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

Only once did she ask a tragic question: who am I? It frightened her so much that she completely stopped thinking.

Desculpai-me mas vou continuar a falar de mim que sou meu desconhecido, e ao escrever me surpreendo um pouco pois descobri que tenho um destino. Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

Being happy is for what?

é assim porque é assim. Existe no mundo outra resposta? Se alguém sabe de uma melhor, que se apresente e a diga, estou há anos esperando.

Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?

Cuando se comprende a fondo el vivir, uno se pregunta: pero ¿era solo esto? Y la respuesta es: no es solo esto, es exactamente esto.

El día que el ser humano se hizo una pregunta sobre sí mismo, entonces se convirtió en el más ininteligible de los seres por donde circulaba la sangre.

When living comes to pass, one wonders: but was that it? And the answer is: that is not only it, that is exactly it.

Quiero escribirte como quien aprende. Fotografío cada instante. Profundizo en las palabras como si pintase, más que un objeto, su sombra. No quiero preguntar por qué se puede preguntar siempre por qué y seguir siempre sin respuesta: ¿consigo entregarme al expectante silencio que sigue a una pregunta sin respuesta? Aunque adivino que en algún lugar o en algún tiempo existe la gran respuesta para mí.

But there are questions I asked myself as a child and that were never answered, they still echo mournfully: did the world make itself? But where did it make itself? in what place? And if it was by the energy of God - how did it begin? could it be like now when I am being and at the same time making myself? It's because of the absence of an answer that I get so bothered.

Qué viene después de la felicidad?

The doubter is a true man of science; he doubts only himself and his interpretations, but he believes in science.

It's amazing how just one thing said by just one person in the middle of just one conversation on just one regular day can start a person wondering things she had never wondered before.

What is wrong with you? This question gets stuck in your dreams.

Enter the title) "...It takes a personal question (or moment of doubt could be another way of thinking about it) and interrogates lines of inquiry surrounding that question, historically and psychologically. After a while the answer is known but it no longer matters because the expanding life of the question is what keeps us reading. This is the kind of book that demands I slow down the closer I get to its end, preparing myself for the loss of the speaker in my world.