Quotes About Question

Have you killed anyone?" she asked quickly. "What? Did you miss what I said, about turning murder into an art form?" "But you haven't actually killed anyone yet, have you? I read your file." He glowered. "Technically, yeah, all right, maybe I haven't

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

All knowledge is in response to a question. If there were no question, there would be no scientific knowledge. Nothing proceeds from itself.

If you have competence, you pretty much know its boundaries already. To ask the question (of whether you are past the boundary) is to answer it.

The monopoly of science in the realm of knowledge explains why evolutionary biologists do not find it meaningful to address the question whether the Darwinian theory is true.

Something unknown is doing we don't know what-that is what our theory amounts to.

A question is far more subversive, biblically, than a statement.

The important question is whether [a theory] is true, not whether envisioning an alternative is too intellectually painful to bear.

Question authority; but, raise your hand first.

Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought.

The only mystery in life is why the kamikaze pilots wore helmets.

Life is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.

With a snarl of frustration, Control put aside the question of Whitby and buried himself again in the director's notes, kept Grace's intel about the director's focus in mind while trying to divine from those dried entrails more than they might actually contain.

very least, we had become a failed state. Was the world a failed state, too?

A voice came to him as if from a dark, empty well lined with moss. A voice saying his name, telling him to answer a question.

Some guy stopped by to see you. -Who was it? -I don't know. -You don't know? Was he cute? Did you fall in love with him?

I'd like to ask you a question, if I may." "What?" "All these poems you've written and hidden—so many poems. Why?" While she thought, morning broke and the birds sang in the garden. "Because I could not stop.

Never be satisfied with inaction. Question and redefine your purpose to attain progress.

What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell

I wondered if stolen holy water still worked.

I have a question to ask you." Beth stretched one arm across the back of the seat, hoping she looked provocative. "And what is that, husband?" Ian leaned down, his body hemming her in. His large fists rested on the seat back behind her. "Do I love you?

The sky had no answer for her.

I said , have you seen your butt?" "Is that a rhetorical question?" I craned my neck to take a gander at my backside. Chloe clarified, "She means you have 'boy toy' written across the back of your jeans." "Oh." I nodded. "They're Josh's." "You say that as if it explains everything.

Angie stepped from behind Eric. In her cute pipsqueak voice, she asked, "Can't you take me home?" ... "It's a law enforcement vehicle, not a taxi." John said.