Quotes About Questioning

We don't want to give people straight answers. We'd rather they question things for themselves.

edge to his words. "But then, are

Over time, I discovered that learning new things doesn't always liberate you. Instead it makes you wonder if your pants are on backward or if the trees are holding the sky up - it makes you question all of your assumptions and conventions.

Scepticismul este primul pas spre adev?r.

Ce qu'on n'a jamais mis en question n'a point été prouvé.

Tell me how it is that whoever wrote out the great scroll could have decreed that such would be the reward of a noble act? Why should I, who am merely a miserable compound of faults, take your defence while He calmly watched you being attacked, knocked down, manhandled and trampled underfoot, He who is supposed to be the embodiment of all perfection?

Cawley probably wasn't used to questions that continued after he'd shown displeasure with them, so they gave him a minute to catch his breath.

After all this suffering, the faces seemed to ask, are we to accept that suffering is the point?

Why?" Rachel said (the eternal why, as she'd come to think of it). "Was he that bad?" "I never heard he was bad," Ann Marie said with a minor slur and a sad grimace. She looked out through the screen at the stone-colored mist in the gray hills and spoke with a firm finality. "Honey, I only heard that he'd moved on.

Me, either. What

Kahvalt? tepsisini kar?m?n baÅŸucuna b?rakmak üzereyken kafas?n? kald?r?p yüzüme bakt?; "zaman? geldi mi" diye sordu.

We have become so brainwashed by the fast, usually bloodless, and always painless deaths shown continually by the movie and television production industry that our collective perceptions of the act of death are sanitized. Whether by gunshot or through illness, the actor just rolls over and that's the end. We want so much to believe that this is true that we don't question it.

I am a strong supporter of the recent extradition proceedings against General Pinochet. It would be quite intolerable that the perpetrator should decide not only whether he should get amnesty but that no one else should have the right to question the grounds on which he had so granted himself amnesty and for what offense.

Are you alright? No, I bumped my head. Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway. What did I bang it on? I demanded ungrammatically. My head. he said, rather grumpily, I thought.

He wanted to ask whether she were insane, but he had been married long enough to know the price of injudicious rhetorical questions.

You know historians - can't leave a puzzle alone

Cows? he asked, Was it really cows, or was I dreaming?

That's not what I asked," she said, a noticeable edge in her voice. "I asked why my father shot him." He sighed. She could have found gainful employment with the Spanish Inquisition, he thought ruefully; no chance of escape or evasion.

though. It isn't necessarily easier if you know what it is you're meant to do—but at least you don't waste time in questioning or doubting. If you're honest—well, that isn't necessarily easier, either. Though I suppose if you're honest with yourself and know what you are, at least you're less likely to feel that you've wasted your life, doing the wrong thing.

Far be it from me to offer you moral advice. But you are not --repeat not--to be questioning whores in any deeply personal manner. Do I make myself clear? Auntie! he said, pretending shock. The idea! But a broad grin spread across his tattooed face.

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE ANSWERS TO In the woods, an hour's ride outside Philadelphia JOHN GREY HAD BEEN quite resigned to

On ne pense qu'à quoi ? – Tu sais très bien ce que je veux dire. – Pour ça, oui. Je me demandais simplement... c'est une insulte ou un compliment ? J'ouvris la bouche, puis la refermai, lui renvoyant son regard rêveur. – Si la chaussure sied à ton pied, enfile-la, déclarai-je.

No," he repeated, more sharply. "Of course I did not kill Gerald Siverly. What kind of flapdoodle is that?" Grey thought briefly of inquiring whether there was more than one sort of flapdoodle and, if so, what the categories might be, but thought better of it and ignored the question as rhetorical.

I sat down quietly in a corner with my glass of port, and kept quiet while Simon questioned Jamie once again about Charles Stuart's situation and prospects.