Quotes About Questioning

How long? I asked, and then remembered that speech came from my mouth. 'How long?

For it is said, one may ask of the Elderlings, but what they answer may not be the question you ask, but the one you should have asked.

Who? What's wrong?" Daniel stammered.

What are you doing here?" All right, he was standing in front of an easel, holding a paint palette and brush. "Taxidermy?" he responded with just a touch of his own sarcasm.

had worked to get to the driver, who, pinned in her seat, was hanging upside down, seat belt still in place, her body as broken and twisted as the car. Alvarez had looked into the body bag and felt her insides go cold. Questions that had haunted her about the victim for the past few days now pounded through her brain: Why had she left in the middle of the night?

You?" Nadia sounded disbelieving.

Please, detective, you were saying.

So you're not a Protestant anymore? You're Catholic now?

Mary? You in love?" She looks up at me expectantly. With her shaggy haircut, there on the floor, she reminds me of a sheepdog waiting for a Milk-Bone. "I'm in confusion.

Let those who believe, believe. Let those who doubt, doubt.

We had a meeting where we were supposed to learn how to respond to jerks who ask things like When did you know you were adopted? Most people picture a scene where the parents sit you down and you find out who you are. I didn't need that meeting to know how to answer, because all I had to do was look in the mirror. When people ask me that question, I always say, When did you find out you weren't adopted? How do you know your mother is your birth mother?

How the hell should I know what we deserve?

Is my name dorothy? No Then why do u think munchkins could help me?

Question everything. Attempt the impossible. Be brave.

we learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.

In some cases," he said, "we learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.

His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: Do you lie? But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true.

Forgetting her promise of no questions, Littlest suddenly asked, Might we be human? But Fastidious did not reply.

What is in here?" he asked loudly.

How did I get into this mess? Miles isn't even here. -Ivan

The world is ashes and the gods are a horror. Tell me, Learned, what other place is there for me to go?

He wouldn't say pray, as he'd decided long ago not to bother the gods with questions when he didn't really want to hear the answers.

People can get almost anything wrong," sighed Oswyl. "Theology cannot be an exception.

Could he stop denying himself, and deny others instead? He tested the phrases on his tongue. No, you are wrong, all of you, Temple and Court and folk in the streets. You always were wrong. I am not…am not… what? And are these the only terms I can think in, these shouted nos? Ah, habit.