John Donne Quotes

Psychology which explains everything explains nothing, and we are still in doubt.

I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.

The trouble with our age is all signposts and no destination.

I think we ought always to entertain our opinions with some measure of doubt. I shouldn't wish people dogmatically to believe any philosophy, not even mine.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

I think it should be evident by now, but I'm as lost as anyone.

We have learned the answers, all the answers: It is the question that we do not know.

No one will ever know the complete truth.

Light at the end of the tunnel? We don’t even have a tunnel. These generals don’t even know where the tunnel is.

I know that I don’t know.

I am genuinely a bit confused about the world, a little bit bumbling.

I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

The meanings get lost and the teachings get tossed and you don't know what you're going to do next.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Descartes, the father of modern philosophy ... would never-so he assures us-have been led to construct his philosophy if he had had only one teacher, for then he would have believed what he had been told; but, finding that his professors disagreed with each other, he was forced to conclude that no existing doctrine was certain.

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping

He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.

I was a terrible believer in things,but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith,or if there was such a place,or even what the word faith meant, in all of it's complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?

To watch a football game is to be in a prolonged neurotic doubt as to what you're seeing. It's more like an emergency happening at a distance than a game. I don't wonder the spectators take to drink.

Thank you, Sam," he said in a cracked whisper. "How far is there to go?" I don't know," said Sam, "because I don't know where we're going.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.