Quotes About Questioning

How is this done? By applying Grove's Principle of Didactic Management, "Ask one more question!" When the supervisor thinks the subordinate has said all he wants to about a subject, he should ask another question.

What kind of world did our fathers abandon us to?

If I could pray--and I'd stopped doing that nonsense long before the miracle of the refrigerator--I imagined praying, but I didn't know who to direct it to.

Even if sheep could talk, they'd never ask questions.

What were you doing? Good or bad?' 'I don't know,' said Geralt with effort. 'I don't know, Yurga. Sometimes it seems to me that I know. And sometimes I have doubts. Would you like your son to have doubts like that?' 'Why not?' the merchant said gravely. 'He might as well. For it's a human and a good thing.' 'What?' 'Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any. But no one can escape his destiny.

You aren't a monster, Nivellen," the witcher said dryly. "Pox, that's something new. So what am I? Cranberry pudding? A flock of wild geese flying south on a sad November morning? No? Maybe I'm the virtue that a miller's buxom daughter lost in spring? Well, Geralt, tell me what I am. Can't you see I'm shaking with curiosity?

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Qué es la verdad? ¿La negación de la mentira? ¿O la afirmación de un hecho? Y si el hecho es una mentira, ¿qué es entonces la verdad? ¿Quién está lleno de sentimientos que le arrastran y quién es la cobertura vacía de un frío cráneo? ¿Quién? ¿Qué es la verdad, Geralt? ¿En qué consiste la verdad?

Non mi hai mai detto perché hai deciso di venire con me." "Non me l'hai mai chiesto." "Te lo chiedo ora." "Ora è troppo tardi. Ora non lo so più neanch'io.

Your civilization was once alive, vibrant, productive, and borne in glory. Now look at you—a wandering, questioning pack of rebels teetering on the brink of dissolution.

So you see, that's why we ask the question: In light of my past experience, in light of my current circumstances, in light of my future hopes and dreams—regardless of where that leads—if I was wise, what would I do? If

I used to think that everything was just being funny but now I don't know. I mean, how can you tell?

I toppled off my pyrotechnic tiger and, as I plunge downwards, endlessly as Lucifer, I ask myself: "What is the most miraculous event in the world?" And I answer myself: "I am going to fall into my own arms. They stretch out to me from the bottom of the pit.

We should question our beliefs continually—not God Himself, not Christ our Lord, but what other men tell us about God and Christ. Otherwise we are little more than the frozen statues you see in so many churches.

Maxie knew he must have been very bad to deserve this. He wondered what it was he had done. And why he hadn't enjoyed it more at the time

What you mean this?" he asked. "You mean me? You mean Boggart?

I mean, what What if no one's watching What if when we're dead We are just dead I mean, what What if it's just us down here What if God is just an idea Someone put in your head

I know who I am until somebody questions it, and then I have to start all over again. It's exhausting.

Sometimes he asked Sandy questions, not expecting much of an answer, but because he wanted to make him think, hoping that it might become a habit.

His face paled and he blinked violently as if he'd been slapped. She stepped away, expecting an angry outburst, but when he spoke it was almost in a whisper. 'Do you really think that badly of me?

The inspector listened to folk talking, just throwing in a question occasionally, like tossing a pebble into a pool and waiting to see what the ripples stirred up.

And what greater might do we possess as human beings than our capacity to question and to learn?

No single step in the persuit of enlightenment should ever be considered sacred; only the search was.

I was in seventh grade at St. Matthew's. The teachers would tell me, 'God loves you,' and then whack a ruler across my hand. 'Well,' I'd say, 'if God loves me, can you call God? Can you ask Him if it's all right that I didn't do my homework? If it's not, then let Him hit me.'