Quotes About Question

Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.

You should not build your customer service system on the premise that your organisation will never question the whims of your clients.

Anybody can decide a question if only a single principle is in controversy.

The question I should have asked is not what is the rule, but what is the principle.

No greater problem is presented to the human mind.

It's a very good question, very direct, and I'm not going to answer it.

I don't think that I would always be asked about my feelings about liberal bias in the media if there wasn't any liberal bias in the media. If it was a moot question, then we wouldn't always have the discussion.

Don't listen to experts.

There have been makeup artists who've asked if my eyebrows are real.

'What is this', and 'How is this done?' are the first two questions to ask of any work of art. The second question immediately illuminates the first, but it often doesn't get asked. Perhaps it sounds too technical. Perhaps it sounds pedestrian.

The point is that there are challenges within techniques. When you differentiate in technique, you challenge yourself; you ask yourself the same question in a new way.

The child asks, 'Why don't I have this happiness thing you're telling me about?'

Obviously when it comes to the question of telling stories about other people's lives in a situation as political as South Africa, you get to be political.

Writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz. Much of the time life is a sort of rhythmic progression of three characters. If one tells oneself that life is like that, one feels it less arbitrary.

A proof tells us where to concentrate our doubts.

He had laid out a highly plausible scenario that included a motive, a weapon, opportunity, and perhaps most important, a seemingly false alibi that would cause the jurors to immediately question what Sloane was about to stand and tell them.

Among my friends love is a great sorrow. It has become a daily burden, a feast, a gluttony for fools, a heart's famine. We visit one another asking, telling one another. We do not burn hotly, we question the fire. We do not fall forward with our alive eager faces looking thru into the fire. We stare back into our own faces. We have become our own realities. We seek to exhaust our lovelessness.

In one of the most dramatic scenes in the Bible, God speaks out of the desert whirlwind. "Who is this that obscures divine plans with words of ignorance? Gird up your loins now, like a man; I will question you, and you tell me the answers!" (Job 38:2–

Imagine lo siguiente: casi cincuenta israelíes masacrados por un solo palestino armado. ¿Cómo habría reaccionado el mundo esta mañana al saberlo? ¡Respóndame! ¿Cómo habría reaccionado el mundo?» Era una pregunta difícil. Para empezar, el mundo se habría referido al tirador como «terrorista».

After all, the real question is not whether the Bible is inspired, but whether it is true. If it is true, it does not need to be inspired. If it is true, it makes no difference whether it was written by a man or a god.

Can I just ask—are you the Cormoran Strike?" "I doubt there are many others," said Strike.

Why were you born when the snow was falling?

By dawn he had surrendered, gratefully, to the old inertia, the product of always seeing both sides of every question.

What is older than desire? the bare tree asked. Sorrow, said the sky. Sorrow is a river older than desire. — Robert Hass, from "February: Question" in "February Notebooks: The Rains," Summer Snow: New Poems (Ecco, 2020)