Quotes About Questioning

until the end of the world,all whys will be answered,but now,you can only ask!

Apri gli occhi, guardati dentro. Sei soddisfatto della vita che stai vivendo?

I remain more suspicious of religion than most people who'd never darken the door of a church.

Got 'ny sense! See here, bub, does your mother know you're out?

The Commission pressed Churchill: when did he imagine that this would be

Ndumbe stares at me. Before answering, he wants to know if I woke up on the right side of the bed. Of course, he's going to lie, but he doesn't want to tell the wrong lie. That's his forte.

Can that which is the greatest virtue in philosophy, Doubt (called "the father of inventions" by Galileo), be in religion what the priests term it, the greatest of sins?

I grew up very religious, and I don't have a great relationship with religion.

Myron stepped toward the light, ignoring the symbolism. "Whatever you're selling," he said, "how do I know you haven't made copies?

Did you ask Mario?" "He wouldn't say." I didn't ask who Mario was. I figured Terese would fill me in later. Terese

What are you doing?" Grace had asked him. "Gangsta poses. Yo, whatchya think?" "That I should get you seizure medication.

Loren held up her identification. "I'm Investigator Loren Muse from the Essex County prosecutor's office. I'd like a moment of your time." Marsha Hunter blinked, confused. "What's this about?" Loren tried a disarming smile. "Could I come in a moment?" "Oh, yes. Of course." She

The adrenaline rush began to taper off, allowing a nauseating level of pain to flow through his body. Eventually—Simon had no idea how much time had passed—Hayes and a tall white cop with the nametag WHITE hoisted him up and drag-walked him to a squad car. When he was in the backseat, White took the driver's side, Hayes the passenger. Hayes, who had his wallet in her hand, turned around and said, "So what happened, Mr. Greene?

Whoa," Hester said, making her hands into a T. "Time-out." Fagbenle looked annoyed. "I'd like to continue my questioning." "And I'd like to tongue-bathe Hugh Jackman," Hester said, "so both of us are going to have to live with a little disappointment." Hester rose. "Stay here, Detective. We will be right back.

Fagbenle looked annoyed. "I'd like to continue my questioning." "And I'd like to tongue-bathe Hugh Jackman," Hester said, "so both of us are going to have to live with a little disappointment.

Remember when you asked me why I didn't say anything before you married Tom?" "It was a few days ago. I can sometimes remember back a whole week." "I

What do you want?" I asked. No one answered. The van pulled to a quick stop around the corner. The big Asian guy slid in, and the van started up again. He bent down, gazing at me with what looked like mild curiosity. "Why were you at the park?" he asked me. His voice threw me. I had expected something growling or menacing, but his tone was gentle, high-pitched, and creepily childlike.

I can't believe you still do this," Myron said. "Are we moralizing again?" Win asked with a smile. "How nice for us." "Let me ask you something." "Oh, please do." "Something I always wanted to know." "My ears are all atwitter." "Putting aside my repugnancy for a moment—" "Not on my account," Win said. "I so enjoy when you're superior.

But how did you even know about it?" "Pardon?" "My daughter didn't say anything about calling the police. So how would you know . . . ?" She stopped. Her mind traveled down a few possible paths. All of them were pretty dark. "Mrs.

Would it be too hackneyed to wonder where it all went so wrong? Kitty's

Are you Fester?" The man had forearms like marble columns at the Acropolis. The beer mug looked like a shot glass in his enormous hand. "Who wants to know?" "Who do you think? Me.

Now what good would that have done? They wouldn't know they'd asked a dumb question, but I didn't want to insult them, either. So when they'd ask if I'd read all those books, I'd say, 'Hell, no. Who wants a library full of books you've already read?

When I leave here, will this shop vanish the way they do in the stories?" "I'm afraid so, yes." "Why do they always do that?" The old man sighed. "You know, you're the first one who ever asked me that." But

But I can't understand a Yahweh , or a God , who could be all-powerful and all knowing and would allow the Nazi death camps and schizophrenia .