Quotes About Questions

And you didn't ask why she was in therapy?" "Who asks people why they go to see a psychologist? It's not right to ask such things.

Right. Sometimes the questions are complicated, and the answers are simple.

I never did believe the rumors," Lacey said. "It's a way of filling a void. The human mind doesn't like unanswered questions. The instinct is to fill the unknown gaps with something, anything, even if it's bizarre. That's why closure is so important. Knowing, even when the truth hurts, you know?

I . . . For Pete's sake," snaps Tom. "How can you all just stand here asking me these questions when she's lying down there? Being pecked at, eaten, by crows, scavengers!

Every day, our patients are opening up questions that we have to think about for ourselves. If they can see themselves more clearly through our reflections, we can see ourselves more clearly through theirs.

There are three stages of life: 1. Birth. 2. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? 3. Death.

Okay, tough girl," he said softly, nuzzling at her throat. "No questions. No talking. You go ahead and give ignoring what's still between us your best shot. I'll wait right here.

He's being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven," Thomas said. "I figured he couldn't jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions." "That's an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man," I said. "I'm planning to start making a pie in front of him." "Nice." "Thank you.

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma -- and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it. I felt fairly sure that the Almighty, whatever name tag He had on at the moment, could handle a few questions from people sincerely looking for answers. Hell, He might even like it.

Now then Captain He turned back to Grim Your have questions, I answers, shall we see if they match? Please Grim said I appear to be your guest, have I you to thank for caring for me? Ferrus' shoulders sagged in evident disappointment Oh.... apparently they do not match... I was going to say strawberries!

He is a cat, Miss Lancaster. Asking him such questions is an exercise in futility.

And besides, she was curious. She had questions. And answering questions was very nearly always more important than caution.

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma—and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it. I felt fairly sure that the Almighty, whatever name tag He had on at the moment, could handle a few questions from people sincerely looking for answers.

You wish answers? Yes. How can you expect to get them, when you do not yet know the proper questions?

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma—and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it.

The investigating business, though, is all about people. It's all about talking to them, asking questions, and listening to them lie.

The writer is just answering a series of unuttered questions.

This "I" was the voice of no author in my house. This "I" was someone who not only knew why Charlotte went to the airport but also knew someone called "Victor." Who was Victor? Who was this narrator? Why was this narrator telling me this story? Let me tell you one thing about why writers write: had I known the answer to any of these questions I would never have needed to write a novel.

Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

There is a magic to intimacy, a world built of sighs and skin that is thicker than brick, stronger than iron. There is only you, and him, so impossibly close that nothing can come between. Not the enemy, not your allies. In this safe haven, in this hallowed place and time, I could even ask the questions whose answers I feared.

I don't know what I have said. I have answered so many questions and I am so confused I don't know one thing from another. I am telling you just as nearly as I know.

The usual approach of science of constructing a mathematical model cannot answer the questions of why there should be a universe for the model to describe. Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?

Best advice in two lines... 'Silence is the best answer for all questions.' 'Smiling is the best reaction in all situations.'