Quotes About Questioning

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

How now, spirit! Whither wander you?

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?

A tko si ti, što tu pod plaštem no?i U tajne moje misli prodireš?

Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles

But in the beaten way of friendship what make you at Elsinore?

What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th'inhabitants o'th' earth And yet are on't? - Live you, or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?

How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence

I've interrupted a party. Is it in celebration of the peace or in honor of the next war?

By what process could the slaughter of ten million men and the destruction of one-third of the entire savings of the greatest nations of the world have ushered in a Golden Age?

The most important word in our planet's lexicon is why. We suspect this is true of other galaxies too.

How should we live? someone asked me in a letter. I had meant to ask him the same question. 0 likes

Remarkable. A hanged bird. A hanged sparrow. The eccentricity of it clamored with a loud voice and pointed to a human hand that had torn into the thicket—but who? Who hanged it, why, for what reason? .

where was she sleeping? Sleeping? As soon as I asked myself that, I became someone walking toward her in the night, down the hallway, barefoot, in just my shirt and pants, the tiny, just-a-tad twirl-up of her lip, slippery and reptilian, together with my cold and disagreeable rejection and estrangement from those I had left behind in Warsaw, drove me coldly toward her swinish lust which, somewhere here, in this sleeping house . . .Where was she sleeping?

i tylko jedno mnie dr?czy?o: czy Fryderyk to zauwa?y?? Czy wiedzia?? Fryderyk?

Mnie wiÄ™c nie wolno byÅ'o siÄ™ przyglÄ…da? i staraÅ'em siÄ™ nie widzie?, ale, majÄ…c przed sobÄ… Fryderyka, który siedziaÅ' obok niej na Å'aweczce, znów natrÄ™tnie zapytywaÅ'em siebie: czy widziaÅ'? Czy wiedziaÅ'? I czyhaÅ'em na jedno chocia?by spojrzenie jego, z tych niby obojÄ™tnych a przeÅ›lizgujÄ…cych siÄ™ chyÅ'kiem, Å'akomych.

If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.

Harriet, co my takiego z?ego zrobili?my? - Nigdy nie spojrzeli?my w twarz rzeczywisto?ci.

Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?