Quotes About Questioning

Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ? Lorsque je vous vois, je tressaille : C'est ma joie et c'est mon souci. Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?

I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture his children and his grandchildren, and hear them cry without being tortured himself.

what it felt like to curl up in bed against the same body every night for thirty years, to wake to the same loving face. He wanted to ask if love was a safe harbor or a stormy sea.

De ce ma iubeste, Paxton? El se uita la ea. Esti muza mea, stii asta. ... Dar aproape ca nu mai compui nimic.

So, are you going to make me ask?

I don't understand. This is America. How can this be happening to us?

Rachel había estado a su lado mientras enterraban a cada uno de sus hijos. Ahora Vianne tenía que enterrar a la hija de su mejor amiga. La mejor amiga de su hija. ¿Qué clase de Dios misericordioso podía permitir algo así?

One must never question God, Jerusza had always told her. It is our job on earth only to seek to understand him, never to doubt his will.

Vy moshennitsa?

Wo kämen wir hin, wenn jeder sagte, wo kämen wir hin und keiner ginge, um zu sehen, wohin wir kämen, wenn wir gingen.

Wie? Was? Wie?

Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile!

That CIA bitch had an almost supernatural ability to ask the right questions.

It is not always necessary to search for the cause behind everything, because every cause is unfounded. A cause only looks like a cause from a certain viewpoint.

Their conversations usually followed the same pattern: beginning with Lady Franklin and her obsession, they ended with Leadbitter and his fictitious home-life. Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies; but Lady Franklin asked a great many questions and Leadbitter told her a great many lies.

Am I the only non-idiot on the planet?" "Yes, Morgan Toth, you are," Gabriel piped up. "Will you be our king?

So I ask you again, Lazlo Strange… who are you?

What are you?" he asked. Not who, but what.

And once upon a time, survival had seemed like an end unto itself. But now... it began to feel like an expedient with no object. Survive for what?

Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?

I hate it when you answer a question with a question." "No you don't, you think it's charming.

Clary widened her eyes, which was good for keeping herself from crying. "Isabelle, can I ask you something?" "Sure," said Isabelle, wielding the eyeliner expertly. "Is Alec gay?" Isabelle's wrist jerked. The eyeliner skidded, inking a long line of black from the corner of Clary's eye to her hairline. "Oh hell," Isabelle said, putting the pen down.

Jem?" he said. 'It is you, James?' 'Who else?' Jem's voice.