Quotes About Answers

He wasn't interested in asking questions, only in finding answers. What's the difference? asked Baedecker. He felt the conversation slipping out of his control, dropping away from him like an aircraft that had reached stall speed. The difference is that Scott took the line of least resistance, said Maggie. Like most people, he found it too uncomfortable to be out in the open, unsheltered by some shadow of authority. So when the questions got too hard, he settled for easy answers.

It wasn't so much that I was in search of answers. In fact, I was wary of the whole idea of answers. I wanted to climb all the way inside of the questions and see what was there.

I think it is having answers and not simply anger, and providing solutions that people believe will change their lives in a radical way but do it in a way that's sensible.

You have been given questions to which you cannot be given answers. You will have to live them out—perhaps a little at a time." "And how long is that going to take?" "I don't know. As long as you live, perhaps." "That could be a long time." "I will tell you a further mystery," he said "It may take longer.

People think all the answers are in here – with the brain. Reason, intelligence, deduction. They think thinking will solve all problems.' He put his hand over his heart. 'But no – the answers are here. Your heart will tell you what is right or wrong. Your best guide through life

Binder, in his youth, had always been interested in the supernatural, had felt some deep and nameless affinity for the questions that did not have any answers.

I want the truth of things. But there's nowhere to find it.

Knowing the precies answers is not as crucial as the certainty that the answers do, in fact, exist.

Knowing the precise answers is not as crucial as the certainty that the answers do, in fact, exist. All we really want to know is that the helm is not unmanned. That the advocates of goodness and glory are still in control. That righteousness reigns. That perfection awaits. That the Atonement is real and available.

Each new dilemma I encounter seems to provide a moral quandary that demands ever-increasing amounts of soul searching. No decision comes in black and white anymore. I suppose that's because I am just no longer young enough, brazen enough, naive enough, capricious enough, nor stupid enough to believe I have all the answers.

I think of the tattered picture tacked to my long-ago bulletin board, the man of my fantasies on Blueberry Cove Lane, the mirage of a perfect life that brought me to Maine in the first place. Fairy tales end happily ever after because children crave certainty and resolution; they need to know how things turn out. But if my experiences in the past three months have shown me anything, it's that I am comfortable living with more questions than answers.

Good questions can initiate a surprising wend toward an answer that is neither right nor wrong, but that can be judged as strong or weak or honest or dishonest on the basis of the steps that brought the answerer there. It is a built thing. Sometimes what it builds is bullshit, but the bullshit can be so well-constructed that it has integrity, a pattern integrity. This can be worth admiring.

Sempre invejei os tibetanos pela simplicidade da sua fé pois toda a minha vida tenho procurado respostas. Embora tenha aprendido a forma de meditar enquanto vivi na Ásia, a resposta final para o enigma da vida nunca me foi revelada. Mas aprendi pelo menos a contemplar os eventos da vida com tranquilidade e a não permitir que as circunstâncias me façam derivar de um lado para o outro num mar de dúvidas.

FINDING FAITH IN A FLOWER Sometimes when faith is running low And I cannot fathom why things are so, I walk among the flowers that grow And learn the answers to all I would know. For among my flowers I have come to see Life's miracle and its mystery, And standing in silence and reverie, My faith comes flooding back to me.

Philosophy . . .consists chiefly in suggesting unintelligible answers to insoluble problems.

The question was summed up for him thus: "If I do not accept the answers Christianity gives to the problems of my life, what answers do I accept?

What is bad? What is good? What should one love and what hate? What does one live for? And what am I? What is life, and what is death? What power governs all? There was no answer to any of these questions, except one, and that not a logical answer and not at all a reply to them. The answer was: "You'll die and all will end. You'll die and know all, or cease asking." But dying was also dreadful.

Whatever the faith may be, and whatever answers it may give, and to whomsoever it gives them, every such answer gives to the finite existence of man an infinite meaning, a meaning not destroyed by sufferings, deprivations, or death.

The strangeness and absurdity of these replies arise from the fact that modern history, like a deaf man, answers questions no one asks.

Sta?o si? z nim to, co zawsze dzieje si? z lud?mi, którzy zwracaj? si? do wiedzy nie po to, ?eby odgrywa? w niej rol?: pisa?, dyskutowa?, uczy? innych, lecz zwracaj? si? do wiedzy z bezpo?rednimi, prostymi ?yciowymi pytaniami; nauka odpowiada?a mu na tysi?ce ró?nych bardzo trudnych i zawi?ych pyta?, tylko nie na te pytania, na które szuka? odpowiedzi.

So when dogmatic atheists assume that science has all the answers, or imagine that it soon will, they are no more immune than the most literal religious fundamentalist to the deceptive enchantment of certainty.

Now he had answers, but they weren't doing what answers were supposed to do: they weren't making things simpler or easier. They weren't helping.

'Homeland' is necessarily open-ended since the idea behind television is to spend as much time as possible resolving as little as possible, with a story's usual need for resolution replaced by an unrelenting urgency that always defers answers and constantly postpones closure.

You know that thing where you repeat a word over and over until it just sounds like utter gibberish? That's what doing a day of press on a film is like. Ten interviews in a row, all asking pretty much the same questions until you find yourself giving pretty much the same answers.