Quotes About Questioning

People do not resist change, per se. People resist loss. You appear dangerous to people when you question their values, beliefs, or habits of a lifetime. You place yourself on the line when you tell people what they need to hear rather than what they want to hear. Although you may see with clarity and passion a promising future of progress and gain, people will see with equal passion the losses you are asking them to sustain.

Reason is the enemy of faith.

So also in the gospel (Matt. 16:13, 15) "Who do men say that the Son of Man is? But you (that is, you who are gods), who do you say that I am?

Uman…» ho cominciato. E in quel momento, lui si è girato verso di me e mi ha detto: «Perché sei ancora qui?» «Voleva che tu te ne andassi?» mi chiede l'ispettore Ryan. Scuoto la testa. «No. Non capiva perché non lo avessi lasciato»

Cómo puedo haber llegado hasta aquí? Se lo cuento rápido. Momento a momento.

At that moment a word47 issued from the height. As Judas was standing there, he saw how the word came [down]. He asked the word, "Why have you come down?

Judas said, "How is the spirit disclosed?" The master said, "How [is] the sword [disclosed]?" Judas said, "How is the light disclosed?" The master said, "[It is disclosed] through itself eternally.

What's that kid's story?" Hayden asked.

Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I am beautiful because you love me?

Oh Dear God! Why wouldn't you allow those two consuming fires to be only one? Why do you allow only fires aliens of each other to unite? Why God?

Whenever someone asks me to define love, I usually think for a minute, then I spin around and pin the guy's arm behind his back. NOW who's asking the questions?

The more you think about things, the weirder they seem. Take this milk. Why do we drink *cow* milk?? Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said, I think I'll drink whatever comes out of these things when I squeeze 'em!?

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.

And we will feel that no question has a point because it is more than untrue. We will feel that the Absolute Truth will no longer have to be said and not even sighed by no divinity or Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one because it lies in the divinity is us that cannot be known, nor referenced to something, but only felt.

Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

I love to doubt as well as know.

Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human.

I was the best man at the wedding. If I'm the best man, why is she marrying him?

He clutched his hands into a ball, praying, Why, God, why? I've been a faithful servant and served my church well. So why do You feel the need to test me? Actually, punish would be a more apt description.

I used to be someone. Someone named Jenna Fox. That's what they tell me. But I am more than a name. More than they tell me. More than the facts and statistics they fill me with. More than the video clips they make me watch. More . But I'm not sure what.

Tell me who I am. (29)

Critical play means to create or occupy play environments and activities that represent one or more questions about aspects of human life . . . . Criticality in play can be fostered in order to question an aspect of a game's 'content,' or an aspect of a play scenario's function that might otherwise be considered a given or necessary.

The abstract artist, he said, would be repeatedly challenged by such skeptics asking, "'What does it mean?'… 'Is it a sky, a house, a horse?'" To which they should respond with confidence and honesty, "'No, it is a painting.'"29