Quotes About Questioning

Me estuviste buscando?», le había preguntado Tatiana una vez, y él había contestado: «Toda la vida».

Ouspensky, do you ever think of how many things you don't know?" Ouspensky laughed. "I like the beginning already". "Think of how many things you stumble to and say, how should I know?" "I never say that, sir" said Ouspensky. "I say, how the fuck should I know?

Alexander, were you looking for me?" "All my life.

The oppressors, whose tranquility rests on how well people fit the world the oppressors have created, and how little they question it.

No oppressive order could permit the oppressed to being to question: Why?

The educated individual is the adapted person, because she or he is better "fit" for the world. Translated into practice, this concept is well suited to the purposes of the oppressors, whose tranquility rests on how well people fit the world the oppressors have created, and how little they question it.

The teacher who does not respect the student's curiosity in its diverse aesthetic, linguistic, and syntactical expressions; who uses irony to put down legitimate questioning (recognizing of course that freedom is not absolute, that it requires of its nature certain limits); who is not respectfully present in the educational experience of the student, transgresses fundamental ethical principles of the human condition.

each day be open to the world, be ready to think; each day be ready not to accept what is said just because it is said, be predisposed to reread what is read; each day investigate, question, and doubt.

Each, however, as he revolves about "his" truth, feels threatened if that truth is questioned. Thus, each considers anything that is not "his" truth a lie.

I would like to know just what kind of nothing I am

Maybe learning to live with the question marks, recognizing that closure does not always occur, is all I really needed to do. I hadn't expected, coming from a world that fights to see life's beginnings in black and white, to be so comforted by a shade of gray. The notion of the water child made sense to me. What I had experienced was not a full life, nor was it a full death, but it was a real loss.

You don't have to be brave or a saint, a martyr, or even very smart to be an atheist. All you have to be able to say is "I don't know".

Then she turns to me. 'Tell me. How are you really?' she says, as if there were two versions of my life, and now she is not on the verge of tears at all, but sharp-voiced as an interrogator.

I should have said the right thing just then, but I did not know what that would be, if such a thing existed, I did not think so, and those who said it did, knew nothing. So I said the first thing that came into my head. "Are you afraid?". I said.

Perhaps to protect me from the bright light of God. If there was a God, he or she was no good at its job. Apparently there was just too much to do, listening to the prayers of all those who actually mattered, the faithful, the pious, the deluded, the stupid.

Why should I remain in college?" "You've got me," he said without a pause. "That's the best you can do?" I said. "How much money do you have?" "More than I know what to do with," I said, honestly. Everett sighed. I could hear him lighting his cigar. "I suppose you could remain in school for the sex. I here there's a lot of it. Or not." "What about an education?" "Hell, you can read. You know where the library is.

I had never heard such bullshit in my life. I opened my mouth and said, "I have never heard such bullshit in my life.

Why are you still a priest?" Eigen asked, not letting the subject go. "My dear girl," Karras said. "I remain a goddamn cleric because in this world one needs something to hide behind. I have chosen this fucking collar. You have chosen mathematics.

IF [GOD] HAS SPOKEN, WHY IS THE UNIVERSE NOT CONVINCED?

So who are you today?

Do they really think that attending mass will make them better, or happier, or save them from an eternity of hellfire? Maybe they do. But there are something like ten thousand religions in the world. What makes them think that they happen to have been born into the right one? I have asked this question several times. So far, I haven't heard a good answer. Better to start your own religion, I think. That way you get to be your own pope.

An open-ended question invites curiosity.

The key to wisdom is this - constant and frequent questioning, for by doubting we are led to question and by questioning we arrive at the truth.

It is by doubting that we come to investigate, and by investigating that we recognize the truth.