Quotes About Questioning

But sometimes I wonder how much of my life is real and how much of it is rigged. Because half the things that happen to me are so ridiculous, I wonder if someone else is pulling the strings

I realized I was ignoring my girlfriend. I couldn't remember, was it two in the pink and one in the stink? Three in the pink and two in the stink? How many went in the stink?" ~ Jeff strand

Are you sure we can trust him?" I ask. "How do we know he's not an axe-murderer?" "I hope he is. Axe-murdering would be a useful skill.

Say what?" I demanded. "Are you threatening me?

Was I in the end stages of some prolonged form of annihilation?

Central might catch up to him before he got there. But lurking behind them might be something even darker and more vast, and that was the killing joke. That the thing catching up with all of them would be even less merciful—and would question them until, like a towel wrung dry and then left out in the sun, they were nothing but brittle husks and hollows. Unless

Isabel! ¿Para quién bailas? ¡Pareces una loca!

He explained to me with great insistence that every question posessed a power that did not lie in the answer.

Moishe] explained to me, with great emphasis, that every question possessed a power that was lost in the answer.... And why do you pray, Moishe?' I asked him. I pray to the God within me for the strength to ask Him the real questions.

The more you ask certain questions, the more dangerous they become.

I did not deny God's existence, but I doubted his absolute justice.

Anything you want to say about God you better make sure you can say in front of a pit of burning babies.

How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?

Man asks and God replies but we don't understand his replies because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die.

As for me, I had ceased to pray. I concurred with Job! I was not denying His existence, but I doubted His absolute justice. Akiba

Man asks and God replies. But we don't understand His replies. We cannot understand them. Because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die.

Hubiera querido agregar: ¿por qué agradecerle? Hacía mucho que no comprendía qué había hecho el buen Dios para merecer al hombre.

One that most horrible day, even among all those other bad days, when the child witnessed the hanging (yes!) of another child who, he tells us, had the face of a sad angel, he heard someone behind him groan: For God's sake, where is God? And from within me, I heard a voice answer: Where He is? This is where - hanging here from this gallows.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where—hanging here from this gallows …" That night, the soup tasted of corpses.

Dietro di me udii il solito uomo domandare: - Dov'è dunque Dio? E io sentivo in me una voce che gli rispondeva: - Dov'è? Eccolo: è appeso lì, a quella forca…

For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where – hanging here from this gallows.

Señor Jaime," said little Moquetin, a bright-eyed imp of six, "why is it that your face is always red?" Jim countered, "Why is it that your face is always brown?" "Because it is much prettier that way," was the unexpected reply.

And one more thing: I seek the lessons God wants to teach me, and that means that I ask why.

What is the real goal? Nobody here has even asked anything that basic.