Quotes About Questioning

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

I was brought up to question authority, and thank God for that.

We'd all like to be certain of what we know, but I think the most important question is to ask yourself do you really know what you know?

My philosophy is that we should ask the most important question that's capable of being solved.

Curiosity killed the cat, but where human beings are concerned, the only thing a healthy curiosity can kill is ignorance.

I was originally going to be a lawyer, and the only thing I remember from the art of cross-examination is - you can see this one coming up Sixth Avenue - never ask a question the answer to which you do not know.

To me, what is important in the theater is that we don't want to make a conclusion. We don't want to make a statement, don't want to say what something is. We want to ask, 'What is it?'

I think theatre should always be somewhat suspect.

It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question." Eugene

No es la respuesta que ilumina, sino la pregunta." Eugene Ionesco

You ask a certain question again and again, in a sincere fashion, and the answer appears. But, in my experience, at least, that answer arrives according to it's own mysterious celestial timing, and often in disguise. And it comes in a way you're not prepared for, or don't want, or can't at first, accept.

il se demandait parfois jusqu'où on pouvait aller nulle part.

questioning existing knowledge through a critical inquiry into evidence and its reading.

Listening and questioning are the basis for positive classroom interactions that can in turn shape meaningful collaboration, which can then build a culture of thinking. At the heart of these two practices lies a respect for and interest in students' thinking.

How could I ever have been happy with her," he had asked," when her favorite colour is crushed strawberry?

If we are all a part of god," she says, "then God must indeed be horrible.

Sometimes when I'm faced with an atheist, I am tempted to invite him to the greatest gourmet dinner that one could ever serve, and when we have finished eating that magnificent dinner, to ask him if he believes there's a cook.

I will ask you again. Are you mad? Well, that is the rumor, isn't it?

Presence without resistance: you are now free to turn to the question, "What do we want to do from here?" Then all sorts of pathways begin to appear:

Now is it time to burn the house?

It was like he'd been mildly puzzled to death.

Something new was at work, she could feel it, an ease with her own mind she'd never felt before, a pleasure in her own wit she'd half hidden or demurred. As Agnes, she'd always felt too inhibited to closely question men. Questions from women to men always raised questions of a different nature. As a man, she found that Father Damien was free to pursue all questions with frankness and ease.

Sternly, he nodded up and down when he listened instead of tipping his head to the side. Between these two, where was the real self? It came to her that both Sister Cecilia and then Agnes were as heavily manufactured of gesture and pose as was Father Damien. And within this, what sifting of identity was she? What mote? What nothing?

He gives very questioning sermons, Bazil. Sometimes I wonder if he's entirely stable, or then again, if he might be simply...intelligent.