Quotes About Questioning

The kitchen was just as empty, even the refrigerator gone, the chairs, the table--the kitchen cabinets stood open, their bare shelves reminder her of a nursery rhyme. She cleared her throat. "What would demons," she said, "want with our microwave?

She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.

Where is your angel now?

One should not questions miracles too closely.

I am saying the choices we make in captivity are not always the choices we make in freedom. And thus we question them. We cannot help it.

You cannot simply ask whether people look like their demon grandfather!

Magnus placed an order with the room service, who had by now stopped questioning Mr. Bane's unusual needs for things like twenty-four plates of scrambled eggs and " enough coffee to fill one of your larger bathtubs ".

I do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful," said Linette Owens, "but are you a dangerous lunatic?

Was her God up there in the sky as she believed? Did he truly hear man's whispers,his thoughts? Hunter could see his own Gods,Mother Earth,Mother Moon, Father Sun, the wind coming from four directions. It was easy to believe in what he could see. Why did Loretta's God hide himself?

Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

Hmm?" She stopped and looked back.

Who needs a lifetime?

Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.

Everyone I looked at, their whole lives, did exactly what they were supposed to do without even questioning it, without even wondering if they could do something different.

Talk Back? That's really what it's called? You're supposed to walk into some church basement and say, 'I'm here to learn how to Talk Back'?

Why the remarkable commitment?" "Why not?" Nathan asked. "What else have I done with my life that's remarkable?

watching TV and playing solitaire is not a proper life. It's not living. It's killing time, and that's hardly the same. You start asking yourself too many questions when your day is reduced to these rote activities that accomplish nothing. You start to wonder

curiosity has its glue-like qualities.

does it seem to you like she's right around here somewhere?" I watched his forehead furrow. I think he knew what I was asking. That I was talking about some kind of sixth sense knowing. Which made my question nearly impossible to answer.

When you've only ever had one child, and she's gone, are you still a mother? Maybe. But I don't even know.

What the hell is wrong with people?

Questioned where it was hiding. Maybe it was because he

What could I possibly have done to bring this on? What can I possibly do to stop it? I thought, is there anybody besides me whose mother welcomed them into the world with a face full of joyful love? I mean, one single person besides myself?

But in the end, all wars are more or less the same. If you dig down through the layers of caramel corn and peanuts and choking, burning death, you'll find the prize at the bottom and the prize is a question and the question is this: Which of us are people and which of us are meat?