Quotes About Question

I might, that is to say, be safe from the dragon, but what about the hippogriffs? That was the question I asked myself. What price the hippogriffs?

The question of the rightness or wrongness of Potts appeared to be one on which he was loth to set himself up as an authority.

Long deep lines, chapters carved in his face by age, question marks, mysterious tales, asterisks, all that the sirens had forgot in the far-reaching solitude of his soul, all that fell from the starry sky, was traced in his face.

Comenzaron los sueños y la vida a detenerme, a dejar su pregunta en mis pestañas.

How many churches are there in heaven? Cuantas iglesias tiene el cielo?

Somewhere in the process I started writing toward an answer to the question I wake up with every morning and go to bed with every night. How do I find hope on a dying planet, and if there is no hope to be found, how do I live in its absence? In what state of being? Respect? Tenderness? Unmitigated love? The rich and sometimes deeply clarifying dreamscape of vast inconsolable grief?

For a long time I thought the object of the game was identifying the question, love versus freedom, Mandela vs Buthelezi, leave or stay forever ghosted under a thick curtain of oil. Nora said, Maybe a choice isn't the right way to think of it, by which she might have meant, A question loses its power when there is only one answer, as in, yes to Bhutan and Barstow. Yes to chanterelles and portobellos. A temple. Yes. A mosque. Yes. The changeable heart of a child.

who has surrounded us with this ever-evolving mystery of creation has also implanted in us the desire to question and understand.

He closed his grade book and asked hopefully, What inspired you? Was it Hawthorne? I stared at him. He had to be kidding.

Finally, Carol said in a tone of hopelessness, Darling, can I ask you to forgive me? The tone hurt Therese more than the question. I love you, Carol. But do you see what it means?

Therese could not think of a single question that would be proper to ask, because all her questions were so enormous.

The wine in her head promised music or poetry or truth, but she was stranded on the brink. Therese could not think of a single question that would be proper to ask, because all her questions were so enormous

Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die without knowing you. Do you feel the same way, Carol? She could have said the last question, but she could not have said all that went before it.

Are you tired? Carol asked calmly. The question seemed not of now but of always.

Wouldn't you rather be asked a question than be given an order?

The world that contains the possibility of evil is the one that also contains the greatest possibility of good. And the question of why God allows evil to happen has to be put against the question of what a world where evil could not happen would be like. It's by working on those questions that people can come to some resolution in their minds about the reality of evil and what it means.

They presume on their justification in being whatever they are—unlike a thought, which by nature is open to challenge and invites the question "Why?

Disillusionment takes us to the question: what does it profit a man if he gains this world and loses himself? And disillusionment exposes that while we were supposedly serving the kingdom, we somehow became the king, and when we thought we were following Jesus, we inexplicably made him a servant of our dreams. The only real tragedy is the leader who never allows disillusionment to wear him to a nub and expose the godlessness of his busyness.

To fly or not to fly, that's the question.

These two mysteries lie at the heart of the human experience. Where do we come from? Where are we going?

enthralling and clearly incendiary, but for Langdon it raised one burning question that he was surprised nobody was asking: If the laws of physics are so powerful that they can create life…who created the laws?! The question, of course, resulted

It's a hypothetical question," she said. "Would you kill half the population today in order to save our species from extinction?

Langdon, I did not ask if you believe what man says about God. I asked if you believed in God. There is a difference. Holy scripture is stories . . . legends and history of man's quest to understand his own need for meaning. I am not asking you to pass judgment on literature. I am asking if you believe in God.

De dónde venimos? ¿Adónde vamos? —En otras palabras —dijo Edmond—, le preguntarían sobre nuestro origen y nuestro destino. Y cuando le hicieran esas preguntas, esta sería la respuesta del ordenador: DATOS INSUFICIENTES PARA PROPORCIONAR UNA RESPUESTA PRECISA.