Quotes About Questioning

when he came home from school, "while other mothers asked their kids 'Did you learn anything today?' [my mother ] would say, 'Izzy, did you ask a good question today?

Biology is only the best hint as to what was functional in the past but not necessarily about what will be in the future. The most empowering question we can ask about the future is not "What is the future and how do we adapt?" but "How do we want our future to be and how do we adapt?

Why would anybody want to?

So softly Lizzy has to lean over to hear me, I say, 'I can't face the world until I know why I'm here.' You're kidding me.' I shake my head vehemently. 'No. I need to figure out my purpose. Until I do, what's the use of getting up?

I cross my arms. 'Seriously? That's the answer you're going with? First quantum physics and now nowhere and everywhere?

The real question to ask is: Why not simply let women enjoy their fantasies? Why shouldn't a woman entertain the wildest sex her imagination can generate? What damage is done? Who has the right to question it?

Am I in the wrong place here, or in the wrong life? Did I not recognize, as I sat in a train that raced past a station and did not stop, that I was on the wrong train, and did I not learn from the conductor that the train would not stop at the next station, either, a hundred kilometers away, and did he not also admit to me, whispering with his hand shielding his mouth, that the train would not stop again at all?

Since the measuring device has been constructed by the observer… we have to remember that what we observe is not nature in itself but nature exposed to our method of questioning.

Self-esteem does not disappoint those who question wisdom."

There must be some place along the route, a halfway house in time, where the runners may pause and ask themselves why they run, what is the prize and is it the prize they really want?

Is dirt nice? Is death nice? Above all is dying nice? And, in the end, we must ask, is God nice? I doubt it.

The next time I met Ulrich, he asked me: "Do you know what sookin sin is?" I

O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?

The most interesting thing in the world is another human being who wonders, suffers and raises the questions that have bothered him to the last day of his life, knowing he will never get the answers.

For example, the question "Do you now feel a slight numbness in your left leg?" always prompts quite a few people to report that their left leg does indeed feel a little strange.

Questioning what we believe and want is difficult at the best of times, and especially difficult when we most need to do it, but we can benefit from the informed opinions of others.

Questioning what we believe and want is difficult at the best of times

When the question is difficult and a skilled solution is not available, intuition still has a shot: an answer may come to mind quickly—but it is not an answer to the original question.

When we substitute an easier question for the one we should be answering, errors are bound to occur.

You business', sagte er dann. 'Kill why?' Sie lächelte, um zu zeigen, dass sie nicht verstand. 'Everything', sagte der Mann. 'Foam. Lorry?' Sie hob die Schultern. 'Hobble', sagte der Mann. 'Hobble grease. Why?' Sie lächelte verkrampft. 'Why?' Der Mann klopfte an die Scheibe. 'Grease, the hobble why!

The unexamined life is surely worth living, but is the unlived life worth examining?" —ADAM PHILLIPS, BRITISH PSYCHOANALYST AND PHILOSOPHER (1954–), FREUDIAN EXISTENTIALIST

Não se esforça a curiosidade, desperta-se

Che ne dici, tu che sei il prodotto di un lungo interrogativo procreatorio: "E' giusto fare dei figli in un mondo come questo? Il Divino Paranoico merita che si accresca la sua opera? Ho io il diritto di mettere in moto un destino? Non so forse che avviare una vita significa metterle la morte alle calcagna? Cosa valgo io come padre e cosa varrà Julie come madre? Possiamo correre il rischio di assomigliarci?

As I wandered the streets in a desolate funk, I would ask myself the impossible, the embarrassing, the ultimate childish question of Why? - Why this city? Why this life? Why anything? Of course I knew that "why" was a question you were supposed to stop asking around the age of ten but I couldn't free myself from it.