Quotes About Questioning

What, really, do we do with our lives?

How cam'st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf?

It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!

Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?

Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

Can you, at a minimum, objectively step back—throw out the stereotypes, ditch the conformity, set aside the religion—and ask yourself, why? Why Jesus?

I get scared to death when I see people who say they've found Jesus Christ, and they're out there, and I wonder, who's teaching them? Who's mentoring them?

I respect faith, but doubt is what gets you an education.

I respect faith, but doubt is what gives you an education.

Bullets an stuff be flying all over. It is something I simply cannot understand - why in hell is we doing all this, anyway? Playing football is one thing. But this, I do not know why. Goddamn.

Be suspicious, but do not believe the opposite.

To ask the hard question is simple.

Lovers torn apart, nothing but mindless drones enslaved The cruelty makes me question just what I believed Brothers mourn their part, our hopes became so depraved This corruption makes me question just what I've conceived

he seemed convinced that children's questions were much more important than those of an adult. He preferred smart questions to smart answers.

But what if human beings themselves disappear?" I asked.

And it helped that he forgot what he'd taught me before, so I was free to repeat the same question until I

and he seemed convinced that children's questions were much more important than those of an adult. He preferred smart questions to smart answers.

Varför rymde du inte? Hon hade ju kunnat hjälpa dig härifrån. Då hade du kunnat bli fri", sa han och rörde vid min haka. "Men det gjorde du inte. Du stannade kvar här. Varför det?" Han frågade mig envist om orsaken. Han borde ju veta mycket väl att en människa som har förlorat orden inte kan förklara några orsaker. Vad var det då han krävde av mig? Jag förblev bara alldeles stel.

If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

But on one occasion he was lost for words. 'If it's all as bad as you describe,' asked an inconspicuous young man at the end of one of the lectures, 'then why did you choose to become a Gypsy?' His image of Gypsies had marked them as a mere lifestyle, a fashion, a brand.

Tu ferais quoi, Ach, si tu étais le bon Dieu? - J'suis pas le bon Dieu. - D'accord, mais admettons. Tu ferais quoi? - Que veux-tu que je fasse? - C'est pour ça que je te le demande. (...) - M'est avis qu'il a claqué la porte il y a des lustres. - C'est à dire? - Ben, il veut plus entendre parler de nos foutaises. (...) Forcément, il jette l'éponge.