Quotes About Questioning

It seems to me some people just go around lookin' to get their faith unsettled. That has been the fashion for the last hundred years or so.

Behind each piece, animating every attempt, is the echo of a precarious faith, that we are more intimately bound to one another by our kindred doubts than our brave conclusions.

"You don't have much faith in people, do you?" said David. "I don't have much faith in anything," Roland replied. "Not even in myself."

I assume then, that you have no real faith in the fondness any of the rest of us may feel for you?''None,' said Mrs. Halloran.

Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.

For a religious leader to question a person's faith is disgraceful.

To believe with certainty we must begin with doubting.

In order to have faith, or follow any other organized religion, I'd have to suspend a degree of disbelief.

Faith does not grow in a house of certainty.

Those nights where you have second thoughts about everything and nothing feels right anymore.

If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts, but if he will content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.

Sometimes, I wonder if I am seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world is seeing through theirs.

You watch me cry but yet you walk away. You hear me scream but you turn away. You left me to drown in my salty tears...but why? Do you not care? Have I done wrong? You left me wondering. As my tears dry, I slowly die, maybe now, you'll regret your walking away.

That bad feeling you get when your crush ignores you, and you just think in your head what did I do...

Love me without fear. Trust me without questioning. Need me without demanding. Want me without restrictions. Accept me without change. Love me for who I am.

Am I not good enough for you?

Ever looked at your best friend and wonder: Why the hell aren't we comedians?

Funny how there for a second, I thought I cared.

This is what all mortals ask first, in disbelief, shock, fear. Is there no exception for me?

Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?'

Is she unhappy? But he would have laughed at such a mewling question, and he would have been right to. My witchcraft, the island, my lion, all of them sprang from her transformation. There was no honesty in regretting what had given me my life.

Could a boy of sixteen really be our greatest warrior? And everywhere, as I watched the questions, I saw also the answers. Yes, they nodded to each other, yes, yes.

He yawned, his eyes heavylidded. "what`s your name?" His kingdom was half, a quarter, an eight the size of my father`s, and i had killed a boy and been exiled and still he did not know me. i grounded my jaw shut and would not speak. He asked again, louder: "What`s your name?

It's painful for me that I wrote a whole book calling into question identity politics, only then to be constituted as a token of lesbian identity. Either people didn't really read the book, or the commodification of identity politics is so strong that whatever you write, even when it's explicitly opposed to that politics, gets taken up by that machinery.