Quotes About Questioning

Nous ne nous ménageons même pas une heure de réflexion sur cent heures de divertissement. Tout au plus quelques instants, lorsque des bouleversements affectifs ou professionnels nous font « remettre les choses en question ». Mais comment, et pour combien de temps ? Profitons-nous vraiment de ces occasions pour regarder en face le bien-fondé des certitudes fragiles, la nature éphémère des sentiments et des attachements ?

On the Day of Judgment, no step shall a man stir until he has answered questions on five aspects of his wordly existence: his life and how he spent it; his knowledge and what use he has made of it; his wealth, how he acquired it and how he has spent it; and his body and how he has utilized it. HADITH OF AT-TIRMIDHI ON THE AUTHORITY OF ABU HURAYRAH.

The authentic answer is always the question's vitality. It can close in around the question, but it does so in order to preserve the question by keeping it open.

Se demander si le mode est réel, ce n'est pas entendre ce que l'on dit.

As for justice, who has once seen it done?

Znao sam da je sve moje dovedeno u pitanje. Sve — to je veoma neodre?eno, ali i veoma stvarno. To je izgubljenost i bespu?e, to je ispadanje sa životne staze a druga ne postoji, to je osje?anje užasa bez imena, zbog praznine i gluhog prostora što bi se mogao stvoriti oko tebe.

Why did you bother creating me, he wanted to ask. Why bother giving me a brain and a realization of how miserable existence can be? Why did you invent creatures who die, and worse, who know they are going to die? What is the point of so unkind an act of creation?

doesn't he come for us? Why does he want us to be poor?

Diarmid shrugged. How does he know anything? He's playing with lightning. I'm thinking tis best not to question him.

So everything we believe about happiness is wrong," I said. He nodded. Everything?" I asked, when what I meant was, Everything? Including you? Including me? And Marcus, being Marcus, knew what I really wanted to know, and answered my silent, more significant question. He held up his hand to shield the rays and looked me in the eyes. Almost.

Please, please, please, I silently ask a God who should have stopped listening to me long ago.

No matter which path you are on, always do this: Question your path! If you are on the wrong path, change it; no matter on which mile of the road, change it! Till you find the right path, change all the paths!

Only the dull don't doubt!

The secret of success lies in this simple sentence: Why not?

What you believe might be wrong; what you don't believe might be right! Don't be sure of things! Doubt! Investigate! Leave your stupid conceit that your belief is an absolute truth! Open your mind to all the possibilities!

You can't create an ocean with a single drop. But you can create an ocean of suspicion with a single drop of doubt.

Your travel on the road to truth starts with daring to suspect your own believes!

Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.

What were you doing with her?" I ask quietly. "Apart from questioning her about your whereabouts, I was listening to the most intriguing story about my life moonlighting as a kidnapper.

What are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself. "First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.

Hannah, do you think that your mum and dad and Tate's mum and dad and my mum and dad and Webb and Tate are all together someplace?' she asks earnestly. I look at Hannah, waiting for the answer. And then she smiles. Webb once said that a Narnie smile was a revelation and, at this moment, I need a revelation. And I get one. 'I wonder,' Hannah says.

I not really sure if we can

You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?

What if?.. What if I am all to see? What if life is only this? And Ignorance is bliss? What if love is only pain? And nothing can be gained by living everyday And there is no better way? What then?