Richard P. Feynman Quotes

It has not yet become obvious to me that there's no real problem. I cannot define the real problem; therefore, I suspect there's no real problem, but I'm not sure there's no real problem.

Maybe I don't believe things myself, as well. Truth is such a transient thing.

I don't know what 'normal' means, anyway.

I often tend to think that things are not what they seem.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

The Public ... demands certainties ... But there are not certainties

Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

gravity, n. I imagine you saved my life. And then I wonder if I'm just imagining it.

Between certainty and the real, an ancient enmity.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

Poems offer us counter-knowledges. They let us see what is invisible to ordinary looking, and to find in overlooked corners the opulence of our actual lives. Similarly, we usually spend our waking hours trying to be sure of things - of our decisions, our ideas, our choices. We so want to be right. But we walk by right foot and left foot.

The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy

...if you ask me whether or not I'm an atheist, I wouldn't even answer. I would first want an explanation of what it is that I'm supposed not to believe in, and I've never seen an explanation.

The other guys are selling certainty. Not me. I'm on the corner with doubt.

Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.

When life gives you lemons....they could really be oranges.

Question: What is the opposite of faith? Not disbelief. Too final, certain, closed. Itself is a kind of belief. Doubt.

Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.

doubt seems the only purity for those who are too fervent to deny, and too lucid to affirm.

There is a wonderful expression: seeing through a glass darkly. Everything, even life, is inevitably removed from you. You can't reach, or touch, the real. You just see reflections

It is at the cross-roads that skepticism is born, not in a hermitage.

Doubt is the vestibule of faith.

My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.