Quotes About Questioning

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

By morning, Joscelin was resigned. You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve, he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins. You never said that to Phedre, I reminded him. Ah, well. He grinned despite himself. In her case, there is no question.

Jahno asked with a stymied scholar's anguish.

It is the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning. That much, I had learned.

Glielo spiegai; non a parole, ma nel linguaggio della carne, di labbra, lingua e mani, del respiro accelerato e del pulsare del sangue nelle vene, nell'umore salato del desiderio. È la stessa domanda che poniamo alla nostra esistenza, e anche la risposta è sempre la stessa. Il mistero non è nella domanda e neppure nella risposta, ma nel continuare a domandarsi e a rispondersi, perché la fine è generata dall'inizio.

Why should she want to live? We were doing nothing, we were going nowhere, we were nobody.

Where is everything?' Kendall and I chorused.

Do you want to be an actress too?' I wondered if she was mocking me. 'I don't know what I want to be,' I said. 'Well, what are you good at?' said Sarah.

the power of the question was in the question itself? He'd taught her that one must let a question linger in the mind as one might savor wine on the tongue, and he'd cautioned that a rush to answer could diminish all chance of insight. Indeed, if one continually avoided questions by trying to answer them immediately, such impatience would become a barrier on the path to greater knowledge of oneself.

I find it odd that you would voice such an unnecessary question," Gideon remarked serenely, sipping his beverage and rolling the bouquet of it over his tongue for a moment. at times I find comfort in voicing a concern just to hear the verbal assurance.

Every explorer I have met has been driven—not coincidentally but quintessentially—by curiosity, by a single-minded, insatiable, and even jubilant need to know.

Preguntarme por qué no escribo inevitablemente desemboca en otra inquisición mucho más azorante: ¿por qué escribí? Al fin y al cabo, lo normal es leer

It really set my nerves jangling," Jenny Larsen confessed. "Wasn't it strange, the way it kept up, day after day?" Alice Grebe, to whom this question was directed, said nothing, for

My only hope for my future is I learn to dot the landscape of my life once more with question marks instead of periods. To turn judgments into queries. To turn "this" into "that?" To make every problem a maze. To be like a six-year-old.

Ask them a question like, 'Do you want this project to fail?' or 'Is this situation not going to work out for either side?'" They don't want to fail, so they will say "no." Now you can start to find common ground.

Do I really want to be integrated into a burning house?

This is the charged, the dangerous moment, when everything must be re-examined, must be made new, when nothing at all can be taken for granted.

Suddenly, sitting at the window, and with a violence unprecedented, there arose in John a flood of fury and tears, and he bowed his head, fists clenched against the windowpane, crying, with teeth on edge: What shall I do? What shall I do?

Where is your life, Gabriel?' she asked, after a despairing pause, 'Where is it? Ain't it all done gone for nothing? Where's your branches? Where's your fruit?' He said nothing; insistently, she tapped the letter with her thumbnail.

It is really quite impossible to be affirmative about anything which one refuses to question; one is doomed to remain inarticulate about about anything which one hasn't, by an act of the imagination, made one's own.

From my chair, I looked out my window, over these dreadful streets. The baby asked, 'Is there not one righteous among them?

It's painful, sometimes, to look back on a life and wonder if anything you did could have made any difference. So much is lost; and what's lost is lost forever. Was it destined to be lost, or could we have saved it?

John looked with a child's impenetrable gravity into the preacher's face, as though he were turning this question over in his mind and would answer when he had thought it

It is really quite impossible to be affirmative about anything which one refuses to question; one is doomed to remain inarticulate about anything which one hasn't, by an act of the imagination, made one's own.