Quotes About Questioning

Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?" -Spader

The Internet is pushing us - in good ways and in bad - to realize that the official version of events shouldn't always be trusted or accepted without question.

Do freshman philosophy classes nowadays debate updated versions of the age-old questions? Like, how could a merciful God allow AIDS, childhood cancers, tsunamis and Dick Cheney?

When you ask someone a question, you trigger an unconscious flashback of their having been put on the spot earlier in life by a teacher, parent, or coach, and you create a syntactical 'you versus me' disconnect.

When Christians start thinking about Jesus, things start breaking down, they lose their faith. It's perfectly possible to go to church every Sunday and not ask any questions, just because you like it as a way of life. They fear that if they ask questions they'll lose their Christ, the very linchpin of their religion.

Due to the failure of politics, which has become a process of middle-management, art has become one of the last open spaces to question core beliefs and to design a viable future. Art becomes an open space where we can ask fundamental questions about ourselves.

If you go into a police station and report a burglary the first question is not: 'Are you telling the truth?' If you are the victim of a sexual offence, very often in the past that has been the first question.

I love the idea of a very simple 8-bit video game character struggling with the complex question: 'isn't there more to life than the role I've been assigned?'

I couldn't be happier that President Bush has stood up for having served in the National Guard, because I can finally put an end to all those who questioned my motives for enlisting in the Army Reserve at the height of the Vietnam War.

A director should not define everything. For me, the movie is a form of a question I pose to the others or to the audience. I want to ask their opinion on my point of view and discuss it with them.

But before he left, Matthew drew his wife aside and whispered, "Why do they have holes in their dresses?" "I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation," she whispered back, and pressed a fleeting kiss on his jaw.

If you had a guy who could carry you, why weren't women carried around all the time?

Why had they taken her car?

I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?

What are we doing? Have we really drifted so far off course? We have it all, don't we? We get along, live comfortably. But what's it all really for in the long run?

How can God allow such abominations to flourish unchecked in this world? The answer came in a question, Ruby. God, in reply, asked, "How can you?

So, what are my numbers?" Harley asked, pressing some buttons randomly.

Am I a vampire?" Massie asked. "Huh?" Alicia asked. "Then why are you keeping me in the dark?

Still, as much as he hated to do it, he had to give her an out. When they entered the house, he brought her to a halt with a question. "I need to know for sure. Is this what you want?" "Chase." Alex's shock at his question was more than evident. Jasmine shook her head. "No worries. This is something I didn't know I wanted, but now we're here and I'm more than willing.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: "Frecuentemente hay más que aprender de las preguntas inesperadas de un niño que de los discursos de un hombre" (John Locke)

The native and untaught suggestions of inquisitive children do often offer things, that may set a considering man's thoughts on work. And I think there is frequently more to be learn'd from the unexpected questions of a child than the discourses of men, who talk in a road, according to the notions they have borrowed, and the prejudices of their education.

Any community's arm of force--military, police, security--needs people in it who can do the necessary evil, and yet not be made evil by it. To do only the necessary and no more. To constantly question the assumptions, to stop the slide into atrocity.

I do not know; nor will I vainly question Those pages of the mystic book which hold The story still untold, But without rash conjecture or suggestion Turn its last leaves in reverence and good heed, Until "The End" I read.

No sé la razón de la sinrazón que a mi razón aqueja