Quotes About Questioning

Curiosity is the lust of the mind.

Expose every belief to the light of reason, discourse, facts, scientific observations; question everything, be sceptical because this is the only chance at life you will ever get.

Questioning the ostensibly unquestionable premises of our way of life is arguably the most urgent of services we owe our fellow humans and ourselves.

Am I a person in my right mind?" "I don't know what you mean," I said, my standard ploy when I wanted time to think. With my right mind. "If there's a right mind, then there's a wrong mind." "I suppose so. Yes." "How do you get a wrong mind? Is it borned into you?

Rachel, Rachel—what am I?" The strobe of colors felt like a smile or a flash of relief. "That's a tough one, Borne. I don't know what you are." "Am I a squirrel?" "I don't think so." "Am I a fish?" "Definitely not!" "Am I a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ fox?! Secretly raised as a common animal. But really a royal fox. Most royal of foxes. First among fox-kind." I

Rachel, Rachel—what am I?" The strobe of colors felt like a smile or a flash of relief. "That's a tough one, Borne. I don't know what you are." "Am I a squirrel?" "I don't think so." "Am I a fish?" "Definitely not!" "Am I a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ fox?! Secretly raised as a common animal. But really a royal fox. Most royal of foxes. First among fox-kind." I shook my head. "No, not a fox.

You could know the what of something forever and never discover the why.

He doubted the hand of God but did not discount it - discarding only the God of the pulpit and the pious.

Sin cuestionarte dónde has estado, nunca entenderás hacia dónde debes ir.

We have no freakin' idea what we're even doing here.

I'm not crazy; I'm curious.

It was a trick. It was this place, all the memories. His longing heart and the darkness conspiring. But his eyes told him it was no trick. He jumped down off the steps and walked toward her. Hoping. Fearing. He'd done this before. So many times. Caught sight of a slender black-haired woman and impulsively called to her, only to have her turn and gaze at him with eyes that were questioning, coldly polite, and never, ever hers.

Mirror, mirror on the wall... who will bring about my fall?

That's not the question, Isabelle," he said softly. "The question is, why do you believe them?

Asking questions, demanding explanations—these things always led to trouble

She questioned everything and was obedient to only one thing—her heart.

There has to be a reason things are the way they are here. If only I can find out what it is.

it safe?" Sophie asked, looking around uncertainly. Arno snorted. "Safer than death?

Was it good to treasure the memory of a few perfect hours together? Or would I have been better off never meeting him?

It had been years since she'd fabricated a story from whole cloth. It brought a sense of returning to an earlier time when she was questioned more often and had fewer evasions at her disposal. Besides, she thought, looking into Rose's relieved and joyful face, people practically told you the lies they wanted to hear.

What are you doing at work?" she asked him when they were all seated. "Making apps?" "Not exactly." "Isn't that what all Stanford grads do? Make apps?" "You tell me." "I wouldn't know. I went to Chico State." "What do Chico State grads do?" "Become prison guards. Kidding, kidding

I know the gods exist, whether i believe them worth worshipping is an entirely different matter. Brakandaran té Carn

My mom was really vigorous about making sure that we saw things and that we questioned things. Education was so important to both of my parents.

Show of hands," Devon said, breaking the silence. "Who thinks we're screwed?