Quotes About Questioning

I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism.

Player: Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life questioning your situation at every turn.

ROS: Why don't you go and have a look? GUIL: Pragmatism?! - is that all you have to offer?

Guildenstern: What's the first thing you remember? Rosencrantz: [thinks] No, it's no good. It was a long time ago. Guildenstern: No, you don't take my meaning. What's the first thing you remember after all the things you've forgotten? Rosencrantz: Oh, I see... I've forgotten the question.

Mind reedetakse igal sammul. Ma ei usu inimesse, ja sina tahad, et ma usuksin jumalasse.

That's it then, is it? What was it all about? When did it begin?

GUIL (hevesen megragadja) MIT GONDOLSZ, KI VAGY TE? ROS Szónoki kérdés. Gém, meccs!

Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life questioning your situation at every turn.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves.

They had stared at her with great uncomprehending eyes. Eyes that questioned nothing and asked everything. Unblinking and unabashed, they stared up at her. The end of the world lay in their eyes, and the beginning, and all the waste in between.

fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me? (140)

And then, I was good to you, Sula, why don't that matter?...... How you know? Sula asked.... About who was good. How you know it was you?

Did you do it yet? He was like a teen-age girl wondering about the virginity of her friend, the friend who has a look, a manner newly minted––different, separate, focused somehow. Did you do it yet? Do you know something both exotic and ordinary that I have not felt? Do you now know what it's like to risk your one and only self? How did it feel? Were you afraid? Did it change you? And if I do it, will it change me too?

God puzzled her and she was too ashamed of Him to say so.

like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question

Ajax blinked. Then he looked swiftly into her face. In her words, in her voice, was a sound he knew well. For the first time he saw the green ribbon. He looked around and saw the gleaming kitchen and the table set for two and detected the scent of the nest. Every hackle on his body rose, and he knew that very soon she would, like all of her sisters before her, put him to the death-knell question Where you been? His eyes dimmed with a mild and momentary regret.

Well, if the belly buttons are to grow like-lines to give the baby blood, and only girls have babies, how come boys have belly buttons?" Maureen hesitated. "I don't know," she admitted. "But boys have all sorts of things they don't need.

What are you? Some kinda mermaid?" one man had shouted, and reached hurriedly for his socks.

By the late 1960s, the idea that "nanny knows best" was already starting to produce a backlash.

They convey neither conviction nor authority.

I wonder if we're truly subverting anything, or if we're just playing with a loaded gun.

Everybody asks the same questions -- but they don't know that they ask the same questions.

Why? is the boy's motto, why does, why is, why not? Food, weather, time, fires, sea and season, clothes and cars and people; it's all grist to the mill of why.

As I said to that policeman, I don't know. I've