Quotes About Questioning

Of all the things we've learned, we still haven't learned where did this desire to want to know come from?

If you are asking the wrong question, it doesn't matter how good the answer is, you aren't going to get where you want to go.

For me, every book is a journey - questioning a really difficult topic that most people don't want to talk about, much less write about. And that's what I need; that works for me as a writer.

Frankly, I kind of want you to be haunted by the unansweredness of the question, because I think being haunted by such things is a valuable part of being a person.

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. "What do you want?" he said softly.

Great seas," he said. "What do you want?" He held the candle up to her face. "Po, what do you want?" "She did a far better job than I would've done.

His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

I have this habit of asking 'why do you want to do it?' and then interrupting them to say, 'here's why you want to do it.' Because it's in the 'yes...and' spirit [rule of improvisation].

She didn't have a daddy?" I asked. "No." "Did you have a daddy?" "You're all questions, aren't you? No, love. We never went in for that sort of thing. You only need men if you want to breed more men.

People will say, "there's heaven and hell", and they take it so serious that they look so sorrowful with penitence. I would rather ask them to show me the route that leads to heaven or hell.

I was a product of the times, the war, the occupation, the reoccupation, my 4 years in Britain, admiring but at the same time questioning whether they are able to do a better job than we can.

One certain effect of war is to diminish freedom of expression. Patriotism becomes the order of the day, and those who question the war are seen as traitors, to be silenced and imprisoned.

Humanity should question itself, once more, about the absurd and always unfair phenomenon of war.

I lay in my bed night after night staring at the ceiling and thinking, Why have I survived the war? Why was I the last person in my immediate family to be alive? I didn't know.

I wondered, what other gifts I got bottled up inside me? That question had started to gnaw on me some.

Zar mu se to doga?a? Zar osje?a bol zbog emocija koje ga rastapaju?

I know not who put me into the world, nor what the world is, nor what I myself am. I am in terrible ignorance of everthing. I know not what my body is, nor my senses, nor my soul, not even that part of me which thinks what I say, which reflects on all and on itself, and knows itself no more than the rest.

People who say everything happens for a reason usually say that only when they agree with the reason.

I sat there thinking that if God could split an entire sea in half so a million Hebrews could walk across dry land, couldn't he stop a little germ?

Van de geschiedenis van de filosofie leren betekent niet haar zonder bedenkingen accepteren. Met behulp van haar inzichten kunnen we enig licht werpen op de onze. We kunnen niet op dezelfde stellingen terugvallen die eerder door de denkers van de Verlichting werden verdedigd, zelfs niet op die van haar modernste vertegenwoordigers. Misschien ligt de hoop niet in het beantwoorden van de vraag naar de zin van het leven, maar juist in het verwerpen van die vraag.

So, Mr. Jeffreys," she inquired of the human bluebottle, "you went to the gym?

This must be what dying is like. She tried wiggling a bony finger to attract Rhiannon. She wanted to ask her: is this what it was like?