Quotes About Questioning

Can we begin to ask "how much truth does this book contain?" or "how much fiction does this book contain?" instead of the Aristotelian "Is it true or false?

If you think you know what the hell is going on, you're probably full of shit.

Nietzsche said that mystics never practiced the kind of ruthless honesty, or skepticism, which he dared. He would have had to withdraw that condemnation in the case of Phil Dick (and also, I think, in the case of Aleister Crowley.) Phil never did stop questioning, doubting and seeking alternative models (masks) to contain-or-explain his 'patanormal perceptions.

The trouble with being an agnostic is that you are always wondering, a bit. That's what a-gnosis means: you lack the Inner Certainty of those Fully Enlightened Beings like the Pope or the Ayatollah or some Marxists we have all encountered.

God never does nothing wrong [...]. He's always loving, fair, honest'n pure, like the preachers say. He knows everthing and He's more powerful than anything else or anybody who's ever lived nor never's gonna live. I believe that. I got to. But sometimes, when things happen, it's all so hard to take in. Our brains is just too puny. And the question is"—she's sobbing now—"why didn't He make them bigger?

Sometimes I wake up at night in a panic. Wondering: What will my life be like? And sometimes I even wonder: Who am I? What am I doing here, on this planet, in this city, in this house? And it gives me the shivers, makes me panic.

What the fuck are you doing in my house? I could've shot your ass." "Is someone in Los Angeles selling military munitions?" Talk about non sequitur. Jon

Pike held out Karen's photograph. "Have you seen this woman?" "No. I am sorry." Every word like that. Without contractions.

Por que você sempre responde com outra pergunta? E por que você sempre busca nos outros as respostas às suas perguntas?

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

What are we? Young or new? We must be something.

He said the dead had souls, but when I asked him How that could be - I thought the dead were souls, He broke my trance. Don't that make you suspicious That there's something the dead are keeping back? Yes, there's something the dead are keeping back.

The flowers of the witch hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question 'Whither?' Ah, when tot the heart of man Was it ever less than a teason to go with the drift of things, to yield with a grace to reason, and bow and accept and accept the end of a love or a season?

I may be wrong

If I'm such a bloody hero, why am I alone?

You never really know. Lately Kevin has been bothering himself with the idea that nothing is certain, nothing can be proven. Not one thing, not in all the world. The sun will rise tomorrow. Prove it. The sun rose this morning. Prove it. The sun is in the sky. Prove it. There's a sun at all. Prove it. The world is like a box of Kleenex, every doubt pulling another along behind it. You can always find a new reason to distrust the facts.

He feels the way he used to feel passing love notes to girls in elementary school. Do you like me? the notes always read. Check yes or no. But he is older now and his question is older, too, not Do you like me? but Shouldn't someone?

Why do my movies make people feel so dead inside?

Who rebels with mathematics?

Ä°zin veriyorum, çünkü belki yard?mlar? dokunur, diyorum. Ama unutup gidiyorlar. Bir daha onlardan haber alm?yorum. Onun için de sana soruyorum: Åžimdi ne olacak?

Se volvió hacia mí. De su cabeza rapada caían algunas gotas de sudor. —¿Crees que yo te mentiría, Amir agha?

the flip side of being spared was the agony of wondering who hadn't.

Under the circumstances the only honest answer an intelligent person can give to the question 'Is there a God?' is to say, 'I do not know.

I mean, they're not actually going to murder you. Right?