Quotes About Questioning

Maybe It's not the biggest blockbuster film, but there will be some people that will see it, that will be debating it, that will be questioning their own sense of spirituality. If the film resonates, then I have succeeded in what I set out to do.

Whom do you speak to about introducing a leap year? Is it heresy to request such a thing? Why do the Jews have one and we don't?

I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.

I was born into an Irish Catholic family in the New York area in this great, wonderful, and safe country, but the Holocaust has always haunted me, and it has long stood as a stumbling block to faith. How could such a thing be? How is that consistent with the concept of a loving God?

What do you take me for? A fourteen karat sucker?

It's not that I didn't suffer or anything, I feel like it would be a sin if I complained that's why I'm just very grateful and I never questioned God on what happened in 2018.

I suggest that the introductory courses in science, at all levels from grade school through college, be radically revised. Leave the fundamentals, the so-called basics, aside for a while, and concentrate the attention of all students on the things that are not known.

If you can read the world as a construct, you can ask questions of the construct, and you can suggest ways to change the construct.

How do you dare to ask me for a solution? It's like asking Seneca for a solution. You remember what he did? He committed suicide!

I know I have the support of my managers. But I questioned myself. I reflected on whether I can be suitable for the role of team principal.

Humans are natural-born scientists. When we're born, we want to know why the stars shine. We want to know why the sun rises.

I wouldn't believe him if he said the sun came up in the east.

I sang the hymns, and I read the Bible stories, but I was always perplexed, like, 'Really? Jesus wants you for a sunbeam? For a what?'

I knew all the right Bible answers and the Sunday school answers.

And I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song.

In the night, I wish to speak with the angel to find out if she recognizes my eyes, if she will ask me: do you see Eden? And I'll reply: Eden burns.

My God, I thought with sudden vehemence, so you really are. There are proofs of your existence. I have forgotten them all and never even wanted any, for what a huge obligation would lie in the certainty of you.

What would you do, God, if I died?

Why must a man be always taking on Things not his own, as if he were a servant whose marketing-bag grows heavier and heavier from stall to stall and, loaded down, he follows and doesn't dare ask: Master, why this banquet?

ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm

Do not look for answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

Si ahora se acercara el arcángel, el peligroso, detrás de las estrellas, si bajara dando un paso sólo y viniendo de allí: hacia arriba latiendo, nuestro propio corazón nos mataría. ¿Quién sois?

Running from the birds to what, I didn't know. I ran. Why was I here at all? I ran through the night, ran within myself. Ran.

The student is to read history actively not passively.