Quotes About Questioning

WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON?" I roar, but I don't say "eff", now do I? Cuz it seems the situashun calls for something a little stronger. "WHAT EFFING PLAN?

Department of Justice concluded its investigation without so much as interviewing any member of the family. The authorities were so deferential toward the Sacklers that nobody had even bothered to question them.

He hesitated, then lifted his head and sniffed. "Have you been drinking?" The question was more curious than accusatory. "No," Bast said. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. "I've been tasting," Bast said, emphasizing the word. "Tasting comes before drinking.

I was just wondering why you're here.

What the hell do you call that?" I asked him quietly. "Firefog?" "We could," he responded. "Kilvin would probably call it an atmospherically enhanced incendiary action.

Dijiste «Me preguntaba qué podrías estar haciendo aquí».- Hizo un gesto displicente-. Desde ese momento fui tuya.

I'm about to die of terminal curiosity, you know.

Era...- Kvothe tenía la cabeza tan agachada que parecía que hablaba con sus manos, recogidas sobre el regazo-. ¿Que estoy haciendo? -Dijo con voz débil, como si tuviera la boca llena de grises cenizas-. ¿Para qué puede servir esto? ¿Cómo puedo explicárosla si yo nunca la he entendido?

Alors, tu as trouvé ? a-t-elle demandé. - Quoi donc ? - Mais, ce que je fais là ! a-t-elle expliqué avec un gentil sourire. Je me suis posé cette question toute ma vie. Je m'étais dit que tu en avais peut-être une idée...

Me preguntaba qué podrías estar haciendo aquí

Si es algo que sabe todo el mundo, no puedo permitirme el lujo de preguntarlo

But how?" I asked. Felurian stopped swimming and floated on her back, looking up at the sky. "oh, moon," she said forlornly. "I perish for kisses. why have you brought me an owl when I desired a man?" She sighed, then softly hooted into the night: how? how? how?

Si es algo que sabe todo el mundo, no puedo permitirme el lujo de preguntarlo —dijo el posadero frunciendo el entrecejo.

Re'lar Ambrose, are you a donkey?

That's the first thing you said to me. I was just wondering why you're here. My seven words. I've been wondering the same thing for so long.

information." She tilted her head quizzically. "By the way,

just another piece of needless God-bothering that wasn't working properly.

Sometimes it's not worth questioning authority because it usually won't know the answer.

What of that bar you told me about – Dago Mike's? Someone there might know something. We could go there and question them vigorously." "You mean beat on them until someone talked.

I am fascinated with religion or things that people believe in and question that. I think it's interesting.

Suddenly he looked up and said, "Patti, did art get us?" I looked away, not really wanting to think about it. "I don't know, Robert. I don't know." Perhaps it did, but no one could regret that. Only a fool would regret being had by art; or a saint.

Indebtedness among historians is a peculiar thing, however. We don't simply, in mechanical fashion, inherit a body of knowledge, add something to it, and pass it on. We also question, test, and shake here and there the intellectual scaffolding surrounding our predecessors' work, in the full, ironic knowledge that someone else is going to come along and give the scaffolding surrounding our own work a good shake, too, that no historian, in short, is ever permitted the final word.

If, instead of seeking approval, you ask, 'What's wrong with it? How can I make it better?', you are more likely to get a truthful, critical answer.

If, instead of seeking approval, you ask, "What's wrong with it? How can I make it better?", you are more likely to get a truthful, critical answer