Quotes About Questioning

Oh, where is the Fairy Godmother of explanations when you need her?

Townsend shrugged. 'With all due respect to the good doctor, I highly suspect he's a moron.

What are they after?" Kat asked. "Hard to say," Hale said; again, he eyed the room. "Who is that?" Macey asked. "The reason I wasn't flirting with you," Hale told her.

My name is Cammie!" I didn't think about all the people I could have woken, all the alarms that might have gone off. I just snapped, "How did you know about Boston? Why are you working with Mr. Solomon now? Are you my friend or are you my enemy, Zach? Or, wait, let me guess, you can't tell me.

I was thirteen when I saw my mother die, when I told my story. When I started "having a hard time," as my grandfather likes to say. Would they have locked me up if I'd been thirty? If I'd been a boy? It's a question I do not dare to ask.

He looked at me, and when he did, he was different. His eyes were different, the way he spoke was different. He wasn't his legend as he said, "Gallagher girl? You okay?

But why?" Maddie sounded like someone who had been waiting her entire life to ask that question. She looked like someone who would wait a lifetime more for an answer.

So what is it?" Angus asked, appearing at his brother's side and rubbing his hands together. In the dim light, his eyes seemed to glow. "Is it Hansel and Gretel?" "Can't be," Hamish told him. "We only have the one grenade launcher." "Right." Angus nodded as if Hamish had a most excellent point.

Why are you still so damned protective of me?: "You have to ask?" "I do." Mick came closer still, until his face hung an inch from mine. "If you have to ask, then you wouldn't believe my answer." He drew away and continued wiping my hands.

A trance healer in Bali, an eagle woman, asked me, 'What is freedom, madam?' She had a chained eagle, her ally in healing, and it broke my heart, those huge, folded wings. So I asked her why the eagle couldn't fly free, why it was chained. And then her eagle eyes dug into mine, and she asked, 'What is freedom, madam?

Dear La Virgen, [...] is God your husband? Is he a Cheap Skate???? I kinda think he might be cause I used to pray for stuff and he never sent the stuff I asked for right?

But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.

Fear leaves you sweaty and shaky and insecure enough to question everything you know to be true.

Fear leaves you sweaty and shaky and insecure enough to question evrything you know to be true.

Monsieur Tach, puis-je vous prier de répondre en toute sincérité à cette question : me prenez-vous pour un imbécile ? - Naturellement. - Merci pour votre sincérité.

Sissie knew that she had to stop herself from crying. Why weep for them? In fact, stronger in her was the desire to ask somebody why the entire world has had to pay so much and is still paying so much for some folks' unhappiness.

The great benefit of philosophy, which is also its great weakness, is that all its steps are taken in the spirit of doubt.

People don't want to have to justify their privileges; they don't want to have to justify having access to the power and resource that wealth brings. And by not talking about it, they are able to hold onto their power without being questioned, and I think that makes them feel more secure.

As I grew up and began identifying myself as a feminist, there were plenty of issues that continued to make me question marriage: the father 'giving' the bride away, women taking their husband's last name, the white dress, the vows promising to 'obey' the groom. And that only covers the wedding.

We have to be that wedge that drives the question and asks the hard questions.

As liberals in charge and a media question the capabilities of police, they then limply ask why there is an anti-police atmosphere or why cops are holding back.

For police officers who commit this violence, there has been no accountability. Cops are supposed to be held to a standard of conduct, but they always get the benefit of the doubt, inherently. They act like we ain't supposed to question nothing.

I'm not a political animal, I'm a curious animal.

I'm a feminist, of course, and I feel as if I'm very politically correct, although I do question what's P.C. and what's not - I don't just accept what I'm told.