Quotes About Questioning

That's not what I meant." "What?" "I want to know what you did with her." He looked at me. "Why?" he asked at last. "I don't know. So I can imagine it. So I can sleep." He started to speak, then stopped himself. Then he began again.

Will you tell me?" I asked. "Tell you what?" He spoke flatly, as if he dreaded my question and already knew that he would answer it. "What you did." "Why do you think that knowing makes a difference?" "I've thought that all my life." "Well, you're wrong. Knowing don't mean shit.

I wondered if I was afraid of him, after all.

Ordine, disordine, vita, morte, luce, ombra. Dal momento in cui avevo preso coscienza del mio esistere, non avevo fatto altro che interrogarmi, mi facevo domande a cui nessuno poteva rispondere. La saggezza forse è solo non chiedersi niente. Non sono saggio, non lo sono mai stato. Il mio elemento non è il quarzo ma il mercurio. Materia instabile, mobile, febbricitante. L'argento vivo destinato a muoversi sempre. E sempre nel disordine.

She was kidding. Wasn't she? God, maybe she wasn't. "Help," he said to no one in particular as he followed her inside.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

Real or not real?

I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that?

By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.

Which begs the question, What is?

Real or not real? I am on fire.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead. It would be best for everyone if I were dead. . . . When

Where are you, Cato?

I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that? Effie's

My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.

What can you guarentee, O Nostradamus of Hayward?" I carp.

Was I a science experiment? Did he want to pin me down and dissect me?

Why are you here?" Lucy asks incredulously. "You didn't say yes?" I shake my head, and my sister looks offended on behalf of the entire female species. "I'm sorry to say this, Elise," she states, taking out a slice and biting off the end. "I think you need therapy.

Bóg, który stworzyÅ' takich jak my - czy nie byÅ' przypadkiem szaleÅ"cem?

Oxford also taught me something else - it taught me scepticism.

I'm asking questions that most people are asking, but just putting a melody or a song to it.

In the past, the U.S. was the centre of the world, where everything was happening. I think my stories have always sought to question this, maybe even criticise it.

I hate to sound this way but, 'Why me? Why me with dementia?'

The more fluent the experience of reading a quote - or the easier it is to grasp, the smoother it sounds, the more readily it comes to mind--the less likely we are to question the actual quotation.