Quotes About Question

Nothing could be more impolite. To say, "Is your sheep genuine?" would be a worse breach of manners.

What do you want? Egg in your beer?

He wondered, then, if the others who had remained on Earth experienced the void this way. Or was it peculiar to his peculiar biological identity, a freak generated by his inept sensory apparatus? Interesting question, Isidore thought. But whom could he compare notes with?

You are dead- what am I speaking to?

Once we use the word spiritual, we don't have to explain anymore, because it belongs to the Church then, and no one can question it.

To ask the question and wait for the answer is to know that there will be no answer.

There were mysteries enough without imagining more.

Marcel Delamare asked the question with enormous and unconcealed patience.

The question was, she thought, was the universe alive or dead?

It's a family joke that when I was a tiny child I turned from the window out of which I was watching a snowstorm, and hopefully asked, Momma, do we believe in winter?

Now – those who got it right. On the count of three, I'd like you to sit down if you'd seen the question before. 1, 2, 3!"  Everyone who was standing sits down. This gets a huge laugh. The students who got the answer wrong suddenly feel much better about their mistake: in a Harvard class, not a single person got it right unless they had seen it before.

When a fool sees himself as he is, then he is a fool no longer; and when a wise man learns of his own wisdom, then he becomes a fool." This caused me great trouble, for it seemed mere word play. But after many years I have come to this conclusion: that only in certainty is there moral danger. Doubt is the gift we must cherish, for it forces us to question our motives constantly. It guides us to truth.

Does blue have a smell?

The infinite! No other question has ever moved so profoundly the spirit of man.

It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

Are you a vegetarian?' I ask, based on the evidence in front of me. She nods. 'Why?' 'Because I have this theory that when we die, every animal that we've eaten has a chance at eating us back. So if you're a carnivore and you add up all the animals you've eaten--well, that's a long time in purgatory, being chewed.' 'Really?' She laughs. 'No. I'm just sick of the question. I mean, I'm a vegetarian because I think it's wrong to eat other sentient creatures. And it sucks for the environment.

That's the question, isn't it? you said one night. Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?

Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions. There is nothing worse than a ruined friendship. There is nothing better than a companion. Somewhere in between lies risk. Somewhere in between, lies.

The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.

I recounted. I rechecked. Are you going to cock?

At this particular moment, there's just no question about it.

There is a fervent joy in taking action. There is a non-abstract importance in what we are doing. The balance between right and wrong is always in question, and the only way to ensure we tip toward justice is to make sure our weight is firmly planted on the side of right. We are driving down to add our weight to the scale. We are singing because voices add as much weight as bodies do -A