Quotes About Question

Is there something wrong with your shoes?" he asked

It was a question she did not want to be asked. When she asked it of herself, she didn't like her own answer.

Pen wanted to ask if becoming a sorcerer made a man more, or less, attractive as a husband, but he had an uneasy feeling that he could guess.

Why are you wearing slippers?" She stared down at her feet. "I'm—sorry, Pilot Officer Mayhew. That's classified.

Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked. His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it. should I? Maybe not...

She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?

A match made in heaven - where do you get those? That's what I want to know!

The later-afternoon air of our exhalations hung in brief clouds before us. The thought balloon of my own breath said, How have I found myself here? It was not a theological question. It was one of transportation and neurology.

Oh, she said. I wasn't going to ask, but then you never said anything about it, so I thought I'd ask. How about you? Not me, said Odette. She had a poem about marriage. It began, Marriage is the death you want to die, and in front of audiences she never read it with much conviction. Usually she swung her foot back and forth through the whole thing.

Women were nothing if not realistic. They were practical. Their very nature as bearers of children made them so. For whenever they looked at a man there must always be the subconscious question of whether that man could take care of her and her children?

What became of her?" "Her?" Buffalo furrowed his brow. "Let's see, now. She was the one

Miss Nogard?

Do you consider shoes unhealthy? he asked, surveying the socks with respectful interest

Si tiene edad para plantear la pregunta, tiene edad para escuchar la respuesta

Please could I say one word? was the question three times repeated before a rough head bobbed out from the grotto of books in which Mac usually sat. Did anyone speak? he asked, blinking in the flood of sunshine that entered with Rose.

Lady Slane wants to rent [the house] and asks the owner Mr Bucktrout, whether he believes the house will suit her. He replies, 'Ah, but the question is, will you suit IT?

Did he like celery?' 'Does anybody?

Is it possible that is not known?

Rawlins let loose a stemwinder of a speech that lasted forty-five minutes. His voice throbbing with emotion, he thundered, "I have been a Democrat all my life; but this is no longer a question of politics. It is simply country or no country. I have favored every honorable compromise; but the day for compromise is passed.

If more government is the answer, then it was a really stupid question.

People believe in conspiracies because it's a way of believing that deep down, horror has some order and meaning, even if that meaning is evil. We don't support chaos, but there's no question that life is

No aceptar ningún dogma sino hasta ver si es capaz de resistir un buen chiste

Será que nuestra historia es tan peligrosa que puede llegar a ser revolucionaria?

It's funny that the question Aikon asked herself - What is real? - is the same one as mine. It's like she knew somehow, or maybe everyone just has the same question?