Quotes About Questioning

Non che non creda in Dio. Ci credo. Solo non sono sicura di credere nel Paradiso, almeno non quanto credo nella biblioteca pubblica.

What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

Who shit in your coffee this morning?" "And you don't say things like that. You're Ryodan

Why do they always ask for words? Why do they ever believe them?

Mi ez a haslánc? – Úgy t?nt, különösen szereti Å'ket. – Amikor hátulról szeretkezem veled, azzal húzlak közelebb magamhoz, és hatolok még mélyebbre. Kinyitottam, majd becsuktam a szám. Én voltam olyan hülye, hogy megkérdezem.

Does mercy look like my middle fucking name?

Curious lass, aren't you? I suspect it oft gets the best of you.

Doesn't it matter how you ask the question? Or if the tone of your request is closer to a fist than to an open palm? Can the nature of the request corrupt the purity of the gift, the donated sleep?

One wiry little man sees from the form that I am living in South Africa and begins to question me about the situation in the run-up to the country's first all-race elections. 'Mandela will never win there, will he? Our

Theology, I still think, is due to lack of faith.

The first question we usually ask new parents is: "Is it a boy or a girl?". There is a great answer to that one going around: "We don't know; it hasn't told us yet." Personally, I think no question containing "either/or" deserves a serious answer, and that includes the question of gender.

Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.

How will the world change if we do not question it?

The Midwife talked to herself now, rather than God, as she walked the road past the Big Bog, wondering if a child born female could truly live her whole life as a male. And if this were possible and offended no god, then perhaps the world had no order other than what was arbitrarily imposed by humans.

I think most of the people involved in any art always secretly wonder whether they are really there because they're good or there because they're lucky.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should just live next door and just visit now and then.

Oh, what is life, she asked herself in desperate seriousness, in those childish unanswerable words, and what shall I do with it?

In the words of Heisenberg, "What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.

Je me demandais comment il était possible que notre monde ne soit plus qu'une accumulation de défauts.

Highly creative people don't necessarily excel in raw brainpower. They are misfits on some level. They tend to question accepted views and to consider contradictory ones.

Mais la Terre serait plate si personne ne se posait de questions dessus.

How does every person not cry out all the time?

The baby, a girl, is born at 6:24 a.m. She weighs six pounds, ten ounces. The mother takes the baby in her arms and asks her, "Who are you, my little one?" And in response, this baby, who is Liz and not Liz at the same time, laughs.