A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love. That's the message we're brought up with, isn't it? Believe or die! Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options.
How had they met? By chance, like everybody else. What were there names? What's it to you? Where were they coming from? From the nearest place. Where were they going? Does anyone really know where they're going?
To seek truth requires one to ask the right questions. Those void of truth never ask about anything because their ego and arrogance prevent them from doing so. Therefore, they will always remain ignorant. Those on the right path to Truth are extremely heart-driven and childlike in their quest, always asking questions, always wanting to understand and know everything — and are not afraid to admit they don't know something. However, every truth seeker does need to breakdown their ego first to see Truth. If the mind is in the way, the heart won't see anything.
There are many problems which could only be solved by generations which are still to be born later. It's only one way of many how God gives answers to human problems and prayers.
Life is a question asked by God about the way he exists.
Question Everything until you find that common thread that unravels everything.
He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed).
He must be very ignorant for he answers every question he is asked.
All knowledge meets an end at the question '...Why?
I've come to the point where I never feel the need to stop and evaluate whether or not I am happy. I'm just 'being', and without question, by default, it works.
Questions are never foolish. Stupider are those who never ask anything.
Your knowledge is not in question, but your wisdom is.
I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.
Does anyone else day dream about what it would be like if specific age groups just dropped dead all across the world?
Can you live without answers? All of you, ask that of yourself. Can you live without answers? Because if you cannot, then most assuredly you will invent your own answers and they will comfort you. And all those who do not share your view will by their very existence strike fear and hatred into your heart. What god blesses this?
For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?
The Quality of your life depends on the quality of the questions you ask yourself