Quotes About Questioning

Ma che cosa posso raccontare a questa ragazza, ora, in questa fredda mattina ventosa al Gritti Palace Hotel? "Che cosa vorresti sapere, Figlia?" le chiese "Tutto quanto." "Va bene" disse il colonnello. "Incominciamo.

do you want me to shoot thee, ingles ?... quieres ? it is nothing.

And what did last? I last, she thought. Yes, i have lasted. But for what?

You do not love Him at all? he asked. I am afraid of Him in the night sometimes.

Listen, Jake, he said, are you really a Catholic? Technically. What does that mean? I don't know.

Who knows? Since we do not have God here any more, neither His Son nor the Holy Ghost, who forgives? I do not know.

If there were God, never would He have permitted what I have seen with my eyes. Let them have God.

Question everything. Every stripe, every star, every word spoken. Everything.

And I thought to myself, What am I doing? Am I reaching them at all? They are acting exactly as the old men did earlier. They are fifty years younger, maybe more, but doing the same thing those old men did who never attended school a day in their lives. Is it just a vicious circle? Am I doing anything?

How old are you Johnny she asked. Sixteen. And what's that-a boy or a man? He laughed. A boy in time of peace and a man in time of war.

If someone asks me if I believe in God, I shake my head like I couldn't give a shit, but the truth is, I do. I just don't know what to do about it.

I've always been suspicious of collective truths.

Ei ÅŸi?, citat din d. Nae Ionescu

IubiÈ›i cititori...fiecare dintre voi are dreptate, numai ceilalÈ›i greÈ™esc. Totdeauna. Cu o condiÈ›ie: nici unul dintre voi s? nu-È™i închipuie c? e celalalt. Nu v? încredeÈ›i în afirmaÈ›iile altora. RepuneÈ›i totul în discuÈ›ie. FiÈ›i voi înÈ™iv?. Nu ascultaÈ›i nici un sfat: cu excepÈ›ia acestuia.

PUPIL: Are the roots of words square? PROFESSOR: Square or cube. That depends. PUPIL: I've got a toothache.

There is no reason for anything. If I knew, if I could see, could understand, I should return to silence and night. I think that if what impels me to live could be explained to me I should stop living.

But … why me?" I said. It was the first of the million questions in my mind to come tumbling out of my mouth. "Because there are no more men here," said Magdala. "No fighting men," Tauratanio said. "No fighting men of brave heart and right belief," added Magdala.

We need to get back to our ABCs. Accept nothing. Believe nobody. Check everything.

Nothing stand out and says screams 'suspicious

There's an intelligence there, a raging fire of curiosity.

Pay attention. If something sounds suspicious, ask questions. Don't ignore it just because everyone else does. Our tools give us capabilities the rest of the public can't even imagine. If we're not vigilant, something bad could happen, and we might find those capabilities taken from us. I make mistakes. You make mistakes. Don't run from them. Seek them out. Correct them. Listen when someone is telling you something is suspicious. Don't ignore it.

There are only two audible words on the entire tape from this man and you think he's the pope?" He asks me this as if he's a father questioning me, his teenage daughter, about the dent in the family car. Do men see these power relationships in the same way? Do other women? I put that question on the side burner.

No matter how rich, powerful and attractive you might be, everyone at one point or another in their lives asks the same question. "Why me God?

To implement the actual simplification, you must question why each step is performed. Typically, you will find that many steps exist in your work flow for no good reason. Often they are there by tradition or because formal procedure ordains it, and nothing practical requires their inclusion.