Quotes About Questioning

Why do you write strong female characters?Because you're still asking me that question.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

To question is to grow.

In his vision, Zechariah saw an elaborate golden lampstand with two olive trees on either side of it. His first response was very intelligent. He asked the angel, "What are these, my lord?" Asking a question is a wise course of action whenever visionary revelation occurs.

No matter what I see or how many times I think I may have seen it before, I always ask, "What is this, Lord?" I am confident that the same God who gives me the revelation can also interpret it for me.

If they didn't want to know, they shouldn't have asked.

Mark had obviously contemplated it and rejected it. He was livid. "And why should I go to jail? Am I a criminal? Have I hurt anyone

is there so much suffering, so much death? I was told that God's ways are incomprehensible, and that in many cases, a Job-like humility

MacEmm, can I ask you? I don't know does it mean... does it mean anything with marrying, MacEmm? Doyler and me. " " No Jim, you can't ask me that." "I don't know, you see" "I haven't cigarrettes to be answering questions like that.

Curiosity is a sickness of want to understanding.

I believe there's somebody like him in every pew—asking a simple question, needing a simple answer.

I don't know what 'ought' to be.

Why are you

It was okay though," Gertie said. "Jeb said she wasn't a pleasant woman anyway, so we vacuumed the rug and deposited her in the flower bed out front." "I was beginning to question why we're friends when you told us about the lights," I said. "But you sort of redeemed the whole thing with the efficient flower bed disposal part of the story." "I'm guessing Jeb's mother might feel differently," Ida Belle said.

What's wrong?" Gertie asked as she put a bowl of stew in front of me. "Nothing," I said. "Everything." "There's a bit of a gap between those two words," Ida Belle said.

Ar vertÄ—jo mus sukurti, jie mes tokie prakeikti kvailiai?

Sometimes I couldn't figure it out, what all the living was for.

What in the name of a thousand ghouls were you doing in that miserable café?

What was being weighed on the scales of the night

Spock stared hard at his tricorder, as if by sheer will he might force it to tell him the answer to his questions.

I can't believe you just did that! Are you crazy?" I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Why do people keep asking me that?" He turned to stare at me, his eyes worried. "Who else keeps asking you that? Are any of them doctors?

I never said you were supposed to be a jailer, i only said a normal person would have questioned why someone would create a decoy nun and then crawl out the window.

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?' I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. 'You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this.' 'Is it because you loved me?' I persisted. 'Or because you do not?

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?" I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. "You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this." "Is it because you loved me?" I persisted. "Or because you do not?