Quotes About Question

Kui maailma valitses mõistus, kas siis ajalugu üldse olekski?

If Hegel had written the whole of his logic and then said, in the preface or some other place, that it was merely an experiment in thought in which he had even begged the question in many places, then he would certainly have been the greatest thinker who had ever lived. As it is, he is merely comic.

For all that Starfleet insisted on military protocol, their officers had a tiresome tendency to question everything.

It was hard not to ask why me, but he had begun to grasp the difficult truth that a thing could have a cause but that was not the same as having a purpose. Even if you could work out how a certain thing had come about—even if you answered the how question—you would be no closer to solving the why.

He listened unhappily until at length the blind man asked the thin air a question: 'I hope, perhaps, you may also remember me? A little? On occasion?' Then came a silence; a dry laugh; the sound of a man sitting down, heavily, all of a sudden.

What is the alternative to religion as we know it? As it turns out, this is the wrong question to ask. Chemistry was not an "alternative" to alchemy; it was a wholesale exchange of ignorance at its most rococo for genuine knowledge. We will find that, as with alchemy, to speak of "alternatives" to religious faith is to miss the point.

I would challenge anyone here to think of a questions upon which we once had a scientific answer, however inadequate, but for which now the best answer is a religious one.

The question of whether enlightenment is a permanent state need not detain us. The crucial point is that you can glimpse something about the nature of consciousness that will liberate you from suffering in the present.

In the land where excellence is commended, not envied, where weakness is aided, not mocked, there is no question as to how its inhabitants are all superhuman.

Find the courage and the strength to turn inward and to ask a simple, soaring question. What would LOVE do NOW?

The common question that gets asked in business is, why? That's a good question, but an equally valid question is, why not?

fortuna, señor conde?

lisonja? Lo cierto era que la cuestión

Was it fate?" she asked. "Do we care?" he answered.

Vincent gave him the twenty. "You don't think you might be looking for trouble?" Levi thanked Vincent for the loan, but laughed at the question. "Life is trouble, brother. You've got to fight for what you want.

Did you want something?" she would ask. Yes, I felt like saying. A mother.

Alice: Why is a raven like a writing desk? Hatter: I haven't the faintest idea.

You think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.

Jackson of course knew that books existed because people sat down and wrote them. They didn't just appear out of the blue. But why, was the question. There were books already in existence, plenty of them. Two of which he had to read at school. A Tale of Two Cities and Huckleberry Finn, each of them with language that wore you down though in different ways. And that was understandable. They were written in the past.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with.

Eu unu cred c? suntem aici ca s? ne mir?m. S? ne mir?m. S? întreb?m. Iar dac? te miri de lucrurile mari ÅŸi întrebi de lucrurile mari, atuncea 'nveÅ£i despre alea m?runte, aproape din întâmplare. Da despre lucrurile mari n-ai s? ÅŸtii niciodat? mai multe decât ÅŸtiai la început. Cu cât m? mir mai mult, cu atât iubesc mai mult, a spus el.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.

Over the course of my life, as I have made my Houdini-like escapes from one self-imposed constraint after another, a question haunts me with increasing insistence. How many levels does this game have?

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