Quotes About Questioning

And what if you don't wait? You just drive over the edge yourself? Wouldn't that be the only right thing to do, the one that would solve everything?

What we need in literature today are vast philosophic horizons; we need the most ultimate, the most fearsome, the most fearless 'Why?' and 'What next?' ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")

Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex.

Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers have to be children. Precisely like children, and there should always be: but what next?

Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers are invariably children.

Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers are invariably children. Exactly, just like children, we must always ask, 'And what next?

Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex. Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex.

Children are the only courageous philosophers. And courageous philosophers are invariably children. One ought always to ask like children, 'what further?' and 'what for?

A man should live if only to satisfy his curiosity.

A person should want to live, if only out of curiosity.

I cannot give without questioning my motives. Does giving have to do with generosity, or with the selfish comfort it brings? The self-deception it offers, when the truth is one has little, or nothing, to give? If one keeps giving, will one be good enough to be loved one day?

How could you have thought of suicide when you have people you love? How could you have forgotten those who love you? These questions were asked, again and again. But love is the wrong thing to question. One does not will oneself to love; one does not kill oneself because one ceases to love. The difficulty is that love erases: the more faded one becomes, the more easily one loves.

start each day with that i don't understand

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

He preferred smart questions to smart answers.

The secret to wisdom is curiosity.

Jesus was always challenging the dogma of religion. So, you know, it's not like I'm out there by myself.

Ciddi bir ?ekilde yaralanan kimse, hayat?n? kurtaracak sarg? bezi temiz midir, diye sormaz.

Those who believe, believe everything, while those who doubt don't believe a thing.

Perché i tempi sono degenerati fino a questo punto? Perché la gioventù, l'ambizione e la semplicità sono decadute e il mondo è diventato così biasimevole?

It was a painful awakening. Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I had asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I had asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty?

Why were things wrong just as they were? The questions which I asked myself numberless times since boyhood rose again to my lips. Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty? At least there was no doubt that I was alone in regarding the duty as a heavy burden.

Pensate che l'amore sia una colpa?" le disse. Lei non rispose, e lui le chiese ancora: "Oppure non vi ponete questo interrogativo, perché non temete il castigo del Buddha?" [...] "Non c'è pericolo che diventi un incendio?" disse la donna con un'espressione scherzosa negli occhi vivaci. "Certo che diventerà un incendio, ogni vero amore lo diventa", rispose con audacia l'impulsivo Haruie.