Quotes About Question

You cannot follow another's footsteps to the truth, Silette wrote. A hand can point the way. But the hand is not the teaching. The finger that points the way is not the way. The mystery is a payless land, and each detective must cut her own trail through a cruel territory. Believe nothing. Question everything. Follow only the clues.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

Macy: "In Truth," I said, "there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth." Wes: "How do you win?" he asked Macy: "That," I said, "is such a boy question.

There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

It [I'm leaving] wasn't really necessary to say, especially if you were already walking away. Almost redundant. And yet, there was a comfort in being no question, no room for doubt.

If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold, You can let them hold you. All day they practice keeping their bodies upright. Even after all this evolving it still feels unnatural, Still strains the muscles, holds firm the arms and spine. Only some men will want to learn what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you, Admit they don't have the answers they thought they would by now.

The egomania required to be president or a presidential assassin makes the two types brothers of sorts. Presidents and presidential assassins are like Las Vegas and Salt Lake City that way. Even though one city is all about sin and the other is all about salvation, they are identical, one-dimensional company towns built up out of the desert by the sheer will of true believers. The assassins and the presidents invite the same basic question: Just who do you think you are?

For God's sake,' the dog is saying, 'open the universe a little more!

Yes, these business people have great energy. There's a question as to what's burned to produce it and what things we can and can't burn.

Again! It was like the question asked by Tennyson about the flower in the crannied wall. That is, to answer it might involve the history of the universe.

I heard Mrs Pergamon say that she planned to write her memoirs. Then I asked – and Nietzsche might have described the question as springing from my inner Fatum – 'Will you use a typewriter or an adding machine?

unshaven storekeeper in Arab headdress and busted shoes who deals in chipped green glassware. He lights up at our question. Yes, of course, he knows. Engaging us in conversation, he offers us coffee.

Since the last question, also the first one, the quesiton of death, offers us the interesting alternatives of disintegrating ourselves by our own wills in proof of our freedom, or the acknowledging that we owe a human life to this waking spell of existence, regardless of the void.

Over to my left is the big grey wall in front of the church. Are we the Thoughts of God? a poster asks. No, I realise. It's the reverse.

Every other question has an answer to why. Only probability is inexplicable.

Comfort the Afflicted, Afflict the Comfortable")

Do you have any loose teeth?" The hissing demon asked, "What doessss that have to do with anything?" "They can be a choking hazard during the procedure.

question on cross-examination to which they don't know the answer, but Stern's instinct is that there is an opportunity for the defense

You don't think happy endings are stupid anymore? Your question is irrelevant, Imogen said. This isn't the end.

Keep challenging the gods

In response to his question, she warned, "There will not be any more kissing. You were an excellent teacher. I graduated from your class." He laughed,though he was quick to rejoin, "How disappointing. You were supposed to claim ineptitude and ask for further guidance.

Heidi came running in, "Grandfather can the sun still laugh at me? she asked

We are all creatures of habit, and our palates are pleasantly excited by the rich animal foods with their high content of proteid [protein], and we may well question whether our dietetic habits are not based more upon the dictates of our palates than upon scientific reasoning or true physiological needs.