Quotes About Questioning

Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) '--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?

but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?

Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!

Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?

Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?—and she tried to curtsey

This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him)

I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The antipathies, I think— (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) —but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand? Or Australia?

little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!' And she began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see if she could

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. What day of the month is it? he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.   Alice considered a little, and then said The fourth.   Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter.

and what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking!No,it'll never do to ask:perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.

Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!

Who Stole the Tarts?

This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it stood for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence.

And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, 'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it.

If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.

When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

I'm Sorry,' he says. It's simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.

When you looked up to the sky and cried Why? sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. Sorry, it whispered on the wind. Sorry for all the pain loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too.

Whatever is without question is most vulnerable.

Trust me: If God exists, he'll know I'm faking it.

Why are you here?" Marian's

Got a better theory?

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new question, then it is time to die

She had learned that if you kept asking the same question, you would often get different answers, and eventually the evasions would cease and the real answer would emerge.