Quotes About Questioning

Cody put his cup in the saucer and lowered his voice. "When I talked to you earlier you said something about this not being the first time some girls came up missing around here. Care to expound on that topic a little?" Legerski paused and looked into Cody with well-practiced, all-seeing cop eyes. Searching Cody for something. Cody just looked back, squinting through the smoke of his third cigarette since he'd walked in.

let suspicion

I never much cared for religion. I don't think God does, either.

First Facebook, then the iPhone: compulsive communicating and connecting—supported by mysterious, almost magical innovations in radio modulation and fiber-optic routing—swept our culture before anyone had the presence of mind to step back and re-ask Thoreau's fundamental question: To what end?

Oh, I'm a breather, I'm a respirateur, isn't that enough?" He asked, "Why do people have to work? Why do people think they have to work?" He

What makes you ask that?" (...) "Why does anyone ask a question? Because I want to know the answer.

momento que era imposible que su hija se hubiese suicidado. Y sentía curiosidad por saber qué

Dawn 5am: the frogs ask what is it, what is it? It is what it is.

I must emphasize, no matter how obvious it sounds, that good curating depends upon a bottomless passion and curiosity for looking and questioning; and the desire to communicate that excitement. - Donna De Salvo

Da ist ein Herr für Sie, Herr Baron — ein Herr Asenkerschbaumer? Sehr dringlich, sagt er?« Gerhard behandelte alle Indikative als Fragen, ein fränkischer Hamlet.

YaÅŸam?m?n anlam?, yaÅŸam?n bana yönelttiÄŸi sorudad?r ya da tam tersi, ben kendim dünyaya yöneltilen bir soruyum ve yan?t?m? ona söylemezsem onun verdiÄŸi yan?ta baÄŸl? kalmak zorunda kal?r?m.

Dar daca visele dau expresie unor compensari atat de importante, de ce nu sunt atunci inteligibile? - aceasta intrebare mi-a fost pusa de foarte multe ori. Trebuie sa raspund ca visul este un fenomen al naturii si ca natura nu manifesta nici cea mai mica tendinta de a-si oferi oarecum pe gratis si corespunzator asteptarilor umane, roadele.

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

But what if Shakespeare? and Hamlet? were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Really? Was that how you quit me?

They say that things happen for a reason, but I don't know that I buy that. I don't know that I'll ever see a reason for what happened to Kat, Denny, and Teddy that day.

Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was?

What if Shakespeare had it wrong? What if Shakespeare—and Hamlet—were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was? But then again, why do any of us?

You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly. "Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.

Why? Do you plan to make out with her?" His teeth ground with so much force he feared they would soon be nothing but a fond memory. "I plan to question her." "Ah. So that's what the kids are calling it these days. Well, have fun." with that, a still-grinning Paris strolled from the room.

Why are you hitting yourself, Jessie Kay? Huh? Huh? Why?

the Fifth Ideal is Customer Focus, where we ruthlessly question whether something actually matters to our customers, as in, are they willing to pay us for it or is it only of value to our functional silo?