Quotes About Questioning

Todas las personas necesitan sentarse y cuestionarse a sí mismas: "¿Cómo sería mi vida si no tuviera que volver a trabajar nunca más? ¿Qué haría si tuviera todo el dinero que necesito?

Shopping, asking questions, and analyzing deals is how I got my education.

Nothing seems worthwhile. My very thoughts are old. I've thought them all before. What is the use of living after all, Anne?

I said I thought I liked Dean's idea of a succession of lives - I can't make out from him whether he really believes that or not - and Ilse said that might be all very well if you were sure of being born again as a decent person, but how about it if you weren't?

Uncle Jim, if I wasn't ME who'd I be?' and, 'Uncle Jim, what would happen if God died?

Are you making fun of me? asked Emily gravely.

She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions?

if I wasn't ME who'd I be?

He didn't understand why women had such a need to question. He himself preferred just to let life happen, and act when opportunity arose.

A defense attorney, at least a good defense attorney, never tries to convince anyone of anything. We do the opposite. We remind everyone you can't know anything for sure.

What are you doing here?" Juarez removed the glasses. "You always this friendly?" She

Maybe she hired Black." Dani tried

Please, Pa, can I ask just one more question?" "May I," said Ma. Laura began again. "Pa, please, may I--" "What is it?" Pa asked. It was not polite for little girls to interrupt, but of course Pa could do it.

But why couldn't the little cat—

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

Was I his? Was he mine? Fuck, I didn't know. How could I not know after more than a year? How could I not know the answer to this? What the fuck was wrong with me? What the fuck was wrong… with me? With… him and me, with us? No, with me. With me. What was wrong with me?

I tried to ask him where Ronnie was, but he just smiled, shook his head, and managed to hold an empty glass up, asking if we wanted a drink. Since I didn't have a blonde to hold up to ask if he'd seen one of those, I just shook my head, and we moved far enough away from the bar so that we weren't blocking those that did want a drink. A

Most people spend their lives avoiding things they fear. You run after them. That's crazy." He had a point. I closed the door and left him standing in the hot dark. I raised the dead and laid the undead to rest. It was what I did. Who I was. If I ever started questioning my motives, I would stop killing vampires. Simple as that. I wasn't questioning my motives tonight, so I was still a vampire slayer, still the name they had given me. I was The Executioner.

This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't be so bad. But where the hell had I put the receipt, and could you return something that was over twenty years old? Where do you go to get a new life when your old one has you so puzzled you don't know how to fix it? Wish I knew.

You can think a thing over many times and still have no idea how you'll answer the question, if ever it's asked.

It's a funny things about human nature. Nobody ever wonders why they've got a healthy brother or a perfect kiddie. Anything goes wrong, though, we soon start why, oh why...

There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is why not? I can't believe she ran out of answers before I did.

The trick to surviving an interrogation is patience. Don't offer up anything. Don't explain. Answer the question and only the question that is asked so you don't accidentally put your head in a noose.

How did I get like this?