Quotes About Question

There was an ancient word, originating in one of the lost languages of Pre-Atomic Terra—sixtifor. It meant, the basic, fundamental, question. Rovard Javasan, he suspected, had just asked the sixtifor.

NAUDSONCE Bishop Berkeley's famous question about the sound of a falling tree may have no standing in Science. But there is a highly interesting question about "sound" that Science needs to consider....

Are we not Men?

And what if it's a trap?" asked Mallinson, but Barnard supplied an answer. "A nice warm trap," he said, "with a piece of cheese in it, would suit me down to the ground.

People have called me crazy; but the question is not yet settled, whether craziness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

The transient vacuities of our cultural icons—success, peace, happiness, and distraction—pale before the question of whether or not one experiences this life as meaningful.

if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.

Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position?

All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.

Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

So entire and unquestionable was this sense of the divine meaning in all nature granted to his soul that he could scarcely understand why it was in any way necessary that he should continue to live. Yet that was part of the divine purpose and he dared not question its use, he above all others who had sinned so deeply and so foully against the divine purpose.

All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood — bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, — were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything, greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.

often she wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses

Why she got to be bowlegged?" "I do got standards.

Hello, Max, he said quietly, searching my face. How do you feel? Which was a ten on the imbecilic question scale of one to ten. Why, I feel fine, Jeb, I said brightly. How about you? Any nausea? Headache? Yep. And it's standing here talking to me.

So Fnick, can I change channel? Iggy asked. There's a game on. Make yourself at home, Figgy. Fang said.

Have you ever been to Colorado? I frowned. Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?

Why do things this beautiful make me want to cry? I asked Michael as I leaned into him. It was an unguarded question, one I'd never have asked of Hugh. I don't know, said Michael. Maybe beauty, true beauty, is so overwhelming, it goes straight to our hearts. Maybe it makes us feel emotions that are locked away inside.

He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.

Suddenly, the only thing I could hear in my head was the voice of then-senator Howard Baker during the Watergate hearings, asking one of the most famous—if not the most famous—political questions of all time. What did the president know and when did he know it? Then

I thought we'd whip up some French toast," says Uncle Frankie. "Should I plug in the toaster?" asks Gaynor.

So what you have to ask yourself is: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?" That's

ever hear of anyone falling

to tell about that for sure yet.