Quotes About Questioning

was already gone for good. "Hello, who is this?" Watson wasn't slurring his words.

So why do you think he's involved?" This came from Agent Lafferty. Bogart turned to her, seemingly surprised that she had uttered actual words. Decker stared dead at her. "Because he's inexplicable. And I don't like people who are inexplicable.

happened?" "Yeah.

Your questions contain hidden assumptions; that's the point. Therefore, when you question the question itself, you may be questioning a deeper assumption. But that's done non-verbally. Do you see what I mean? To question the question eventually has to be a non-verbal act, which you can't describe.

It's always time to question what has become standard and established.

We can't just accept it – we must doubt it. For by doubting we come to inquiry, and from inquiry we come to the truth.

I had found so far at Honeywell that executives and managers often made presentations far longer than necessary, overwhelming audience members with facts, figures, and commentary in an effort to preempt sharp, critical questioning.

There are things we know for certain. Oh? Name one. The sun's going to come up tomorrow morning. Why? It always has. Does that really mean that it always will? A faint look of consternation crossed her face. It will , won't it? Probably, but we can't be absolutely certain. Once you've decided that something's absolutely true, you've closed your mind on it, and a closed mind doesn't go anywhere. Question everything, Pol. That's what education's all about.

Torak's dead. Really? Aunt Pol said. Have you seen his grave? Have you opened the grave and seen his bones?

I start thinking about what happened and then I start thinking about why I'm still here. It's pointless. They say on TV that the soldiers want to be there? I can't speak for every soldier, but I think if people went around and made a list of names of who fucking thinks we should actually be here and who wants to be here, ain't nobody that wants to be here, because there's no point. What are we getting out of fucking being here? Nothing.

I have filled 3 Mead notebooks trying to figure out whether it was Them or Just Me.

Why not? Why not? Why not not, then, if the best reasoning you can contrive is why not?

Yes, I'm paranoid — but am I paranoid enough?

It's always seemed a little preposterous that Hamlet, for all his paralyzing doubt about everything, never once doubts the reality of the ghost. Never questions his own madness might not in fact be unfeigned.

YES, I'M PARANOID—BUT AM I PARANOID ENOUGH?

Don't ask why if you don't want to die. Do as you're told if you want to get old.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic, and a dyslexic.' 'I give.' 'You get somebody who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

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El sol, cuando los ojos parpadeantes alcanzan a verlo aunque sea de soslayo, los enceguece de azul y rojo como un foco. «¿Por qué no? ¿Por qué no? ¿Por qué no «no» entonces, si el mejor razonamiento que puedes hacer es por qué no?»

their faces arranged in the mildly sullen expressions of consumers who have never once questioned their entitlement to satisfaction or meaning.

Ci sono due pesci che nuotano e a un certo punto incontrano un pesce anziano che va nella direzione opposta, fa un cenno di saluto e dice: Salve, ragazzi. Com'è l'acqua? I due pesci giovani nuotano un altro po', poi uno guarda l'altro e fa Che cavolo è l'acqua?».

By all means don't THINK about the validity of what they're claiming your life hinges on. Oh do not ask what IS it. Do not ask not whether it's not insane. Simply open wide for the spoon.

I'm going to propose that I tell you a joke, Boo, on the condition that afterward you shush and let me sleep.' 'Is it a good one?' 'Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic, and a dyslexic.' 'I give.' 'You get somebody who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

What sort of God would put us here in this goddamned, stinking slaughterhouse of a world?