Quotes About Questioning

Hello, Max," he said quietly, searching my face. "How do you feel?" Which was a ten on the "imbecilic question" scale of one to ten. Why, I feel fine, Jeb," I said brightly. "How about you?" Any nausea? Headache?" Yep. And it's standing here talking to me.

Democracy has a habit of making itself generally disagreeable by asking the powers-that-be at the most inconvenient moment whether they are the powers-that-ought-to-be

Suddenly, I was struck by a horrible thought: is this what it's like? Is this the way it's going to be from now on?

Are you going somewhere?" I said, regarding him timidly. The suit made him seem a different person, less melancholy and distracted, more capable—unlike the Hobie of my first visit, with his bedraggled aspect of an elegant but mistreated polar bear.

I am simply asking myself: Why a story at all—not that it was a bad story, or untrue, or that it debased anything. Why not, simply, the truth?

Asking "what if" and answering that question is the bedrock of what the novel can achieve. The story becomes something more than one person's perspective—it reaches as far as the novelist can imagine.

So she was on her own, Kate thought, and instilled all the friendly helpfulness she could into her next question. "Excuse me, but are you the bad company young Mr. Scott has got into?

Marthe said suddenly, 'How many souls on this earth call you Francis? Three? Or perhaps four?' For a moment he looked at her unsmiling; and for a moment she wished, angrily that she could recall the question. Then quite suddenly he smiled, and held out his hand. 'Five,' he said. 'Surely? Since last night.

I suppose that was just something you ate; or are you bloody well pregnant as well?

Considering Lymond, flat now on the bed in wordless communion with the ceiling, Richard spoke. My dear, you are only a boy. You have all your life still before you. On the tortoise-shell bed, his brother did not move. But there was no irony for once in his voice when he answered. Oh, yes, I know. The popular question is, For what?

But you loved my father,' he said. 'And Eloise's, of course. What was he like?' 'Like you,' Sybilla said. 'And worth all this?' Lymond said. 'Yes,' said Sybilla. 'Don't you, of all people, know what love can do?

The door opened. 'Hercules?' said Danny tremulously. 'Isosceles? The Triangle? The Angel Apostate?

Jerott said, as Philippa had done, "And you?" And Lymond stared at him, his brows delicately lifted. "I shall gather frankincense," he replied.

Khátún, what is his face?' 'A lemon?' said Philippa.

Perfectly. I'm a terrific success at pottering round asking sloppy questions. And I can put away quite a lot of beer in a good cause.

Thus we build up a defense mechanism against self-questioning because, to tell the truth, we are very much afraid of ourselves.

El aburrimiento se cura con curiosidad. La curiosidad no se cura con nada.

Lekiem na nud? jest ciekawo??. Na ciekawo?? nie ma leku.

La cura para el aburrimiento es la curiosidad. Para la curiosidad no existe cura.

Perhaps being an actress means that in a situation like this people will constantly be questioning whether the emotions you display are genuine.

Did I do anything wrong today, he said, or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?

Why?' is always the most difficult question to answer. You know where you are when someone asks you 'What's the time?' or 'When was the battle of 1066?' or 'How do these seatbelts work that go tight when you slam the brakes on, Daddy?' The answers are easy and are, respectively, 'Seven-thirty in the evening,' 'Ten-fifteen in the morning,' and 'Don't ask stupid questions.

Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?

How many roads must a man walk down?