Quotes About Question

Any word or group of words that makes the reader ask "Why?" or "How?" also serves as an inducement for the reader to go on.

A wise man's question contains half the answer.

For me, the act of writing comes out of query. Each image turns to the next with its question and gets answered. Or with its answer it gets questioned. Poetry is my way to understand what is difficult. How one thing can be explained through another—is to get closer, to unhide what feels hidden.

Here is my recommendation: wherever possible, treat anything you can as a mystery. Why? Because mysteries make life better. I love mysteries, including the desperately-craving-an-answer part, more than I love their solutions. Definite answers shut down possibilities, while an unsolved puzzle ignites our imagination and invites us to think, 'What if it turns out to be something shocking and unguessable that will well and truly blow my mind?'.

Where did you sleep?" His mouth curled in a cocky grin at this question. "Where do you think?" ... He turned his attention back to the wood and answered his own question, sounding a little bored all of a sudden. "On the couch.

It's not enough to believe! Don't you see that, you stupid girl? You could spend your whole life hoping and believing! If a love affair is one-sided, then it's only ever a question, never an answer. You can't live your life waiting for an answer.

Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?

Emptiness is this world's greatest discovery. Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?

Was there someone absent from the table of creation?

Can human beings change? The humor, and the sadness, of remarriage comedies can be said to result from the fact that we have no good answer to that question.)

her first glance at me would be bound to hold the question: have you forgiven me? And perhaps that still more critical question: will you bear with my love, and can you return it? That first moment when she would gaze up with a blush, a look of controlled and yet uncontrollable impatience, might be at once the most hazardous and decisive.

When I was at the University of California at Berkeley, I went to some classes that must have had more than four hundred students in them. I almost always sat in the far back of the auditorium so I could read the newspaper. I remember that I stayed late one day to ask the professor a question, and when I got up to him, all I could think to myself was, 'So this is what the professor looks like.

The crucial question is not: am I with Someone, but rather, am I Someone?

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

It is an insult to our citizens to question whether they are rational beings or not, and blasphemy against religion to suppose it cannot stand the test of truth and reason.

There's truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it's truth worth my knowing, is another question.

What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer.

The issue ultimately involved is whether there is a source of truth higher than, and independent of, man; and the answer to the question is decisive for one's view of the nature and destiny of man.

The question of truth is forever in the air, and people look for it with particular fervor in art.

My truth - what I believe - is that there are no answers here and, if you are looking for answers, you'd better choose the question carefully.

Emerson said, Do you love me? means Do you see the same truth?-Or at least, "Do you care about the same truth?

We learn from the Gospel that when they asked Jesus what the truth was, he did not reply.

Let this truth go as deep in you as possible: that life is already here, arrived. You are standing on the goal. Don't ask about the path.

The truth is the river flows into the canyon Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us, As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.