Quotes About Questioning

As he said it Mark, belted in in the back seat, had watched the holy water glint inside the plastic bubble next to the Virgin Mary and had wondered if the holy water was selective too, and if that's what God was these days, and whether everybody now simply had a private god who sanctioned his or her own choices

I think that every child grows up with the ideas that what we are given, is our society. Your education, and your mother and father, they tell you this is how it is, but then you hit adolescence and you think, 'Is it? Why? Why is it like that?' Sometimes that questioning leads to something more.

The constant happiness is curiosity.

I'll never know how to live, will you?

why can't I just live? Why can't I just live?

I have no hope then? the patient asks. There is no hope or change. Have I not changed? the patient asks. How could anything so empty change?

I'll never know how to live, will you? That was blood in my eyes, not flames.

I have no words for what I need. I think it is what we need; but do we have to need something?

I don't believe I'll ever leave: will I really leave?

I wanted something different—Or is this it?

I don't know what's the point of it, being

I don't believe something.

Why am I alive?

I don't listen when someone says god. I don't want to talk about god.

The dead people want to know why everything turned out this way.

Do I need him? Do I really have to have this life?

Is there always a further horror?

and what precisely is this shining

and bodiless black lace woods in which one to another a songbird asks is it light is it light not quite

Leo... denk je dat William opnieuw geboren zal worden? Zal ik hem ooit weer zien? - Claire/Alice

Asking questions is what brains were born to do, at least when we were young children. For young children, quite literally, seeking explanations is as deeply rooted a drive as seeking food or water.

Curiosity is free-wheeling intelligence.

They [students] learned to doubt beliefs even before they believed in anything.

O motherwhat have I left outO motherwhat have I forgotten