Quotes About Question

It has generally been assumed that of two opposing systems of philosophy, e.g., realism and idealism, one only can be true and one must be false; and so philosophers have been hopelessly divided on the question, which is the true one.

I don't know how to put this gently, but I'm trying to tackle the biggest question of all, which is the God question.

I do think that if people are taking the time to think about their environmental footprint when it comes to how many flights they take, whether or not they have a 4X4, whether or not they are going to have a patio heater, then putting the question to themselves about how many kids they are going to have is a reasonable thing to do.

Down here in the pain, I don't have to know. I just note the question and move on. Answers are rare and come in their own time but hangovers are reliable and never in short supply.

What is this place? Heaven?" Her father laughed. "That's everyone's first question." "It's not hell, is it?" "That's everyone's second question," he said.

Are all these from dead men?" Steinmetz leaned against the cabin door. "They're not all men's, and yes.

A little boy came home and told his mother he had gotten first prize in an examination. The question had been How many legs does a horse have He had answered, Three. When his mother asked how he had gotten the first prize, he replied that all the other children had said, Two.

The reason for thinking that there will be no 'last' philosophy is simply that no answer can fail to be an answer to a question, and no question can guarantee its own permanent relevance.

Perhaps the three principles closest to my heart--and the most radical--are learning to accept your ignorance, paying more attention to the question than to the answer, and never being afraid to go in an opposite direction to find a solution.

Whether or not it is dangerous to read Sade is a question that easily becomes lost in a multitude of others and has never been settled except by those whose arguments are rooted in the conviction that reading leads to trouble. So it does; so it must, for reading leads nowhere but to questions.

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

Sweetheart, is that you?

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it? Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

While the physical scientists of the seventeenth and eighteenth century asked, "Where are we?" in the universe; and the social scientists of the nineteenth century inquired, "Who are we?" in our relationship to nature and the unconscious; we're now at a time of history when the question is "How are we?" in our interconnectedness and interdependence with life. I

What kind of sick bastard burns down a Christmas tree?" Hugh and I exchanged glances. "That's an excellent question," I said dryly. Peter looked startled. "Was it you?" he asked Hugh. "No," said the imp. "It was Carter." "Your Christmas tree was burned down by an angel?" asked Cody. "Yup. The irony isn't lost on me

That was Sydney Sage," said Lissa. "I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose?" "That," said Abe darkly, "is an excellent question." "Because they were apparently kidnapping Jill Mastrano in Detroit," said Christian. "Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.

Am I still married to a cat? (Adrian)

Are we...does that mean...are we cousins ?

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.

Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.

Of course I can climb it. I'm practically a progidy in PE," I pointed out. "The question is, can you, Mr Smoker?

What in the world is this abomination?" Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, "Adrian, is this some kind of joke?

I've come to ask you where Seth is." "Funny," said Andrea. "We were going to ask you the same thing." I was taken aback. "How would I know?" They both just stared. "I don't!

Through the metal grating on my carrier door, Adrian's face suddenly appeared, peering in at me. "What new, pussycat?