Quotes About Questioning

Your Grace," he said, when he and Cersei were alone, "I was wondering. Are you drunk, or merely stupid?

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

Tell me, Bronn. If I told you to kill a babe... an infant girl, say, still at her mother's breast... would you do it? Without question? Without question? No. The sellsword rubbed thumb and forefinger together. I'd ask how much.

Are you blind or bought?

Tyrion wondered whether this was the last sunrise he would ever see … and whether wondering was a mark of cowardice.

What was he doing that they had to kill him?" "Asking questions,

we have asked, Where did Aerea take Balerion? We should have been asking, Where did Balerion take Aerea?

Pourquoi ? demanda-t-il à l'armurier. Que suis-je pour eux ? — Un chevalier qui s'est souvenu de ses vœux.

Slynt looked about the solar, at the other Eastwatch men. "Does this boy think I fell off a turnip wagon onto my head?

There is a kind of courtesy in skepticism. It would be an offense against polite conventions to press our doubts too far.

Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect.

Science goes from question to question big questions, and little, tentative answers. The questions as they age grow ever broader, the answers are seen to be more limited.

Eroticism is the brink of the abyss. I'm leaning out over deranged horror (at this point my eyes roll back in my head). The abyss is the foundation of the possible. We're brought to the edge of the same abyss by uncontrolled laughter or ecstasy. From this comes a "questioning" of everything possible. This is the stage of rupture, of letting go of things, of looking forward to death.

If hell has no answer for the questioning dead, it is not because it refuses to answer (for rigorous, alas, in observance, is the imperishable fire), but it is because hell has nothing to say, will say nothing eternally.

Am I where Our Lord would have me be? Twenty times a day I ask this question. For the Master whom we serve not only judges our life but shares it, takes it upon Himself. It would be far easier to satisfy a geometrical and moralistic God.

Well, they will keep on saying: 'Why worry?' But what else are we here for, in heaven's name?

I]n the face of every image we have to choose whether, or how, to make it participate in our knowledge and action. We can accept or reject this or that image; take it as a consoling object or as a worrying object; make it ask questions or use it as a ready-made response.

Question your tea spoons.

In the end she'd decided it wasn't God she questioned so much as His organized believers.

Perchè? Perchè? Perchè se dormi, quando ti svegli sei cambiato. Sì, i cipressi neri sono pericolosi. Mentre dormi, le loro radici ti crescono nel cervello e te lo rubano, e quando ti svegli sei matto, con la testa vuota come uno zufolo».

They must find it difficult, those who have taken authority as truth, rather than truth as authority.

A woman had thrown her own babe down a well. When she was brought to answer for the murder, she said that one great good had come of her evil act. At last, she said, she was free of the uncertainty that had plagued her every waking thought: was she numbered among the damned or the saved? Her whole life had been bent about that question. Finally, she knew.

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what actors do.

Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free? Yes. 'n' how many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend is blowin' in the wind.