Quotes About Questioning

embarrassed, and Maisie wondered if she might later ask

was asking himself long before he'd

It was like that Talking Head song. "And you may ask yourself, 'How did I get here?' … And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house. And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife' ". As he responded to the essay questions, Mitchell kept bending his answers toward their practical applications. He wanted to know why he was here, and how to live. It was perfect way to end your college career. Education had finally led Mitchell out into life.

There is basic pain in being sentient, in being witness to the phenomenal existence of the world without any answer as to why.

Everyone he knew was convinced that religion was a sham and God a fiction. But his friends' replacements for religion didn't look too impressive. No one had an answer for the riddle of existence. It was like that Talking Heads song. 'And you may ask yourself, how did I get here? …And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house. And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife.

But although Taub had no trouble questioning the received wisdom in neuroscience and harbored no doubts that he, an outsider from the lowly field of behavioral psychology, had the right to question neuroscience 'facts' dating back a century, it never dawned on him that using what were then (regrettably) not uncommon laboratory procedures would earn him a singular distinction: the first scientist ever charged with animal cruelty.

like it. And, hey, why do I have so much sand in my crotch?" Okay

Is it still there? I asked, staring at his head, bent over, as he wedged the stethoscope beneath my left breast. And then, before I could stop myself, Does it sound broken?

The job of the writer isn't to answer questions. The job of the writer is to ask the questions for which there are no answers.

asked if it was a vestry meeting; or, if not, who was being murdered, and why?

I felt alone on the planet, drifting through the cosmos. With both hands I reached out to the night. There was no answer. Or maybe I just couldn't hear it.

Or maybe you're merely uncomfortable with uncertainty. Like the rest of the human race.

MRI good... X-ray good... blood work good... If everything's so good, what the hell's she doing here?

No one can help me find answers, least of all someone who claims he's found a solution to life.

Nothing kills suspicion like suspicion.

Oh, she said, that, and loosened her grip. She must've heard this question a hundred times, because she turned away and looked out the window. There's meat sewn in the corset, she said more quietly. Beef liver and offal. She shrugged. Provides some extra here, too. She patted her chest. The cat knows that if he growls but refrains from biting, he'll get a fine meal. And now she glanced at the driver again. Me too, I guess. If I growl, but don't bite, I get to eat.

Prove to me that you are not a figment of my imagination. Am I a computer simulation? Does the door swing both ways? How can something come from nothing? How do you know a line is straight? If animals wanted to be eaten, would it be okay? If time stopped then stared again, would we know about it? What happens when you get scared half to death twice? What is creationism? What is ethical?

I imagine that anyone who goes through trauma like I have wonders the same things I do: how God can exist and allow such awful things to happen. There are no reasons for my parents' death, and that's that.

What the hell? For what?' "That

Is this chicken, what I have, or is this fish? I know it's tuna, but it says 'Chicken by the Sea.

Dear Die-ary, I've been to heaven and hell...and I still don't know if there is a god or a devil. Still...it's something to write about.

I hope you don't mind my asking," Douglas said, "but I noticed the statue outside, and are you guys Christian? I thought you were Indian.

My work is more about trying to ask good questions and not trying to come up with big shows. Every fashion company is doing that, every car company is doing that.

If there is a God, I don't think He would demand that anyone bow down or stand up to Him. I often have a suspicion that God is still trying to work things out and hasn't finished.