Unanswered Questions Quotes

How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?

Waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one's thoughts.

Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven?

Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?

How much of you is repetition?

If we don't love ourselves, tell me, how can we love somebody else?

If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

I constantly felt (as I suppose many an ambitious girl has felt) a thumping from within unanswered by any beckoning from without.

If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?

When you talk about what you want and why you want it, there's usually less resistance within you than when you talk about what you want and how you're going to get it. When you pose questions you don't have answers for, like how, where, when, who, it sets up a contradictory vibration that slows everything down.

Take off your rubber and there's one more inside her, it's not yours, who can it be?

Should I peel a cap or should I let him survive?

I smoke herb, but what's the harm it that?

Faith is about trusting God when you have unanswered questions.

Nothing lasts forever. Should I?

Why is everything that is bad for me feel so good?

Living by faith isn't living with certainty. It's trusting God in spite of unanswered questions and unresolved doubts.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?

An unanswered question is a fine traveling companion. It sharpens your eye for the road.

My goal is to satisfy the hunger and longing for those who are seeking the truth.

Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?

Don't the wounded bird still sing?

Are you happy when you stick a needle in your vein?

Heartbeat, why do you skip when my baby's lips meet mine?

Although I was first drawn to math and science by the certainty they promised, today I find the unanswered questions and the unexpected connections at least as attractive.

Tell me where do I belong in a sick society?

There’s no such thing as trust unless you have unanswered questions in your life. If you know everything, theres nothing to trust God for.

It’s not only for unanswered questions that we seek knowledge but also for the examination of unquestioned answers.

Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?

All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedposts overnight. If your mother said don't chew it, do you swallow it in spite?

The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?

How come everything I need always comes with batteries?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

Does what you think of you determine your worth?

You say in life, mistakes are many. How come you never admit to any?

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?

If you feel you have a strong constituency among the young, you can really die happy, because the great unanswered question, the only valid value judgment is whether you're going to last, and that tells you that you are, for a bit at least.

Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack for decent shelter and clothes on my back?

So part of what being psychedelic means, I think, is relentlessly living with unanswered questions.

You have to believe in the arthouse, if you will - the emotion, the conflict, the who am I, which will always be an unanswered question. If you do it right, you have a smaller drama, and a great movie.

Where's that higher love I keep thinking of?

Don't all the girls get prettier at closing time?

How long before my dignity is reclaimed?

With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?

Does the weight of consequence drag you down until it pulls you under?

Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept? What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?

Just wondering why I feel so all alone, why I'm a stranger in my own?