Quotes About Questioning

It was the type of generic statement Tracy had heard often as a police officer when someone had no specific or rational answer to one of her questions. Instead, they accused her of being a racist. "I'm Norwegian and Swiss," she said. "And a little Irish. What did I rip off from you?

Some men see things as they are and ask, 'why' I dream things that never were and ask, 'why not'NB This quote is a paraphrase from a similar quote by G. B. Shaw.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

Every cradle asks us "Whence?" and every coffin "Whither?" The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions as well as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.

Progress is born of doubt and inquiry. The Church never doubts, never inquires. To doubt is heresy, to inquire is to admit that you do not know—the Church does neither.

we are taught that God is exceedingly anxious that we should believe a certain thing.

If the book and my brain are both the work of the same Infinite God, whose fault is it that the book and the brain do not agree?

Can I ask who you are, sir?" "Yeah, I expect so," said Strike, walking past him and ringing the doorbell. Anstis's dinner invitation notwithstanding, he was not feeling sympathetic to the police just now. "Should be just about within your capabilities.

Am I evil? . . . I used to think I couldn't be, because you loved me

Was she to spend every holiday, for the rest of her life, wondering whether she was in love with Cormoran Strike?

but I can't stand the idea that I'll go to my grave never knowing what happened.

Anyone pointing out pitfalls or difficulties is scaremongering. Experts don't know anything. Facts lie.

insouciance, he was edgy. Why didn't he ask why Strike was there? Or did

not say and Max had known better than to ask.

Credulity is not a virtue, and investigation is not a crime.

This is what I see," becomes replaced by a question: "Is this what I see?" You share his hesitations about the positions of a tree or a branch; or the final shape of Mont Ste-Victoire, and the trees in front of it. Relativity is all. Doubt becomes part of the painting's subject.

This time, as we went over the bridge on the way to the airport, my attorney asked me, "Well, how do you feel now?" I thought about it for a moment, then looked at him and answered, "Intimidating.

him there?" asked Jess.

The burden of proof is now on the doubters.

Today's preoccupation with physical theories of everything takes a wrong turn from the purpose of science - to question all things relentlessly. Modern physics has become like Swift's kingdom of Laputa, flying absurdly on an island above the earth and indifferent to what is beneath.

I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?

The days on which one has been the most inquisitive are among the days on which one has been happiest.

One hardly need believe that the events in your life are actually planned as bolts from the blue, sent special delivery from a deity who is testing and training you like a lab rat! And that is what we are saying when we fretfully ask, "What can God be trying to teach me through this tragedy?

If these self-anointed leaders did not keep the people aroused with calls to preserve the Revolution, or to defend it from one imaginary foe after another, then the people might shake themselves awake from the trance they were in and begin to question the very men who had drenched their streets in blood and make France pariah among the civilized nations of the world.