Quotes About Questioning

My purpose? What is my purpose?

Io restai a fissare il vuoto che aveva lasciato, chiedendomi cosa diavolo ci fosse di sbagliato in me

She gave me another of those long keen looks, and I could see that she was again asking herself if her favourite nephew wasn't steeped to the tonsils in the juice of the grape.

But why do you want me? I mean, what am I? Ask yourself that. I often have.

But, Ed! Say! Are you going to let him get away with it? Am I going to let him get away with it! said Mr. Cootes, annoyed by the foolish question. Wake me up in the night and ask me! But what are you going to do? Do! said Mr. Cootes. Do! I'll tell you what I'm going to... He paused, and the stern resolve that shone in his face seemed to flicker. Say, what the hell am I going do? he went on somewhat weakly.

The first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clapham Common really exists. One has heard of it, of course, but has its existence ever been proved? I think not.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

When I see the sea again has the sea seen me or hasn't it seen me? Why the waves ask me The same that I ask them? And why do they hit the rock With such a futile enthusiasm? Don't they get tired of repeating their declaration to the sand?

Quién soy en esta ciudad muerta?...No entiendo sino las cenizas.

Am I allowed to ask my book whether it's true I wrote it?

A quién le puedo preguntar Qué vine a hacer en este mundo? Por qué me muevo sin querer, Por qué no puedo estar inmóvil? Por qué voy rodando sin ruedas, Volando sin alas ni plumas? Y qué me dio por trasmigrar Si viven en Chile mis huesos?

because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta A quién le pregunto ahora?

Por qué me sigue el esqueleto? Y quién salió a vivir por mí cuando dormía o enfermaba?

Puedo preguntar a mi libro si es verdad que yo lo escribí?

because in that moment you'll have gone so far Pll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?

Kimsin arkadas, benim yanlis barisimin dusmani?

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

If the color yellow runs out with what will we make bread?

People want to find a meaning in everything and everyone. That's the disease of our age...

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not

experienced a bout of atheism. With adolescent self-importance, I wondered why God would allow all this to happen to a fourteen-year-old girl. When

He wanted an answer, a simple, uncomplicated set of words wrapped around an idea he could accept. His companion's answer, however, told him there was nothing simple or uncomplicated about his question, no matter how straight-forward it might have seemed to him.