Quotes About Questioning

The more I question myself about why I think pop is taboo, the more I realize it's not.

Take all the courses in your curriculum. Do the research. Ask questions. Find someone doing what you are interested in! Be curious!

God, if there is a God, take my soul, if I have a soul.

It is every American's right to question any big event, especially when it's seized on to take the basic liberties of Americans.

Nothing should be taken for granted, even if everybody believes it.

Our show is less about a girl who is doing miracles and more about the domino effect of this girl's life, and how everyone else is affected. Our show seems to be a questioning show as opposed to an action sort of fairy tale.

On talk shows I ask myself, 'What am I doing here?'

That's a big thing in my life: going with your gut. If something isn't lighting the fire and making you excited, or if something feels wrong or doesn't agree with you, it should be questioned. It should be talked about.

My job gives me the permission to ask really great questions, like, 'Are you sure you're not pissed at him?' or, 'Is the eating really about food, or does it have something to do with your mother?' or, 'How is your sex life? I mean, I know we're here talking about your job, but I can tell this has to do with your sex life.'

The great sea makes one a great sceptic.

Where are we going?" "For ice cream. What's your favorite flavor?" "Fuck you." "That's my favorite, too.

Are you asking because you want to see if doc can turn you into a librarian when all this is over?" [p.240:]

I bark some healing hoodoo at him to try to close the gash in his scalp. I don't need him dying on me until I get to question him. Soon, his eyes flutter open. He stares at the sky for a few seconds, trying to get his brain moving again. So I start with the easy stuff first.

Finally, he says, "Who are you?" I say, "No one important. Who are you?" He has to think about it for a few seconds. Sort through a lot of mental detritus before he comes up with something. No, this guy hasn't chatted in a long time. "Billy?" he says. "Billy Boop.

When the wrong question is being asked, it usually turns out to be because the right question is too difficult. Scientists ask questions they can answer. That is, it is often the case that the operations of a science are not a consequence of the problematic of that science, but that the problematic is induced by the available means.

Under the doctrine of separation of powers, the manner in which the president personally exercises his assigned executive powers is not subject to questioning by another branch of government.

Is that it?" Jack asked. "No. That is the Xing zheng yuan Hui an Xun fang Shu." "I was just going to say that," Tessa said.

It's because the very core of their identity is called into question. Whether they're guilty or not makes almost no difference. That's just the way we're wired.

He has passed beyond the veil," I said. "He was shot in the head last night." This time I got a reaction. "Shot?" She caught herself and frowned at me. "What's your name? And just what do you want?" "Shell Scott. I'm a private detective, and I want to know all you can tell me about George Stone and Virginia Waring." "Out you go, boy.

Wie willst du das wissen?«, fragte ich sie. »Du siehst mich doch gar nicht.« »Du hast geschnaubt. Wenn du auf diese Art schnaubst, siehst du immer dämlich aus.«

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we're made of. One house, two house. The road goes away from here.

Ought one to surrender to authority even if one believed that that authority was wrong? If the answer was yes, then I knew that I would always be wrong, because I could never do it. Then how could one live in a world in which one's mind and perceptions meant nothing and authority and tradition meant everything? There were no answers.

?i ce te faci dac? totu?i exista Dumnezeu: spune-mi, ce te faci dac? totu?i este adev?rat ca El exista? (Levi Yitzhak)

Oh-h-h-h— Hidey, tidey, Christ Almighty Who the hell are we? Flim, flam, God damn We're the infantry…