Quotes About Questions

scowling, persistent, repeating my questions. I wanted to know. There is no protection, unless it is in knowing. I wanted death pinned down and isolated behind a wall of particular facts and circumstances, not floating around loose, ignored but powerful, waiting to get in anywhere.

I don't know. I imagine good teaching as a circle of earnest people sitting down to ask each other meaningful questions. I don't see it as a handing down of answers...

Questions be running back and forth through my mind. Feel like snakes.

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

He smiled. "It's worth every cent, lamb," he said. "The whole purpose of a kit is to stop trouble before it starts. If you can supply the answer to every question anybody might conceivably ask, they wont go prying around on their own." He chuckled. "Besides, I write it off as an operating expense.

Too many people die in hospitals, and if you can't be helped, you have to wonder why.

But before that there'd been summer days in the barn while he rebuilt the Mustang. There'd been John Prine on the radio, the sweet smell of hay baking in the heat, and afternoons filled with her lazy, pointless questions—a never-ending interrogation that was, at turns, tiresome, amusing, and erotic. There'd been her body, tattooed and icy white, with the bony knees and skinny thighs of a long-distance runner. There'd been her breath on his neck.

Why do you got to ask so many damn questions?" he wanted to know. As they went back out into the rain, he opened his black duster and closed it over her thin, shivering body, clasped her against him. "I'd rather ask questions," she said, "than answer them.

Do you always ask so many questions?" "My guidance counselor says it's the sign of an intellectually curious mind.

You stop asking questions, and you just... accept some smaller version of things. Of the truth.

A psychiatrist asks a lot of expensive questions your wife asks for nothing.

A psychiatrist is a fellow who asks you a lot of expensive questions your wife asks for nothing.

Ignorant men raise questions that wise men answered a thousand years ago.

To turn away from the great questions and dilemmas of life is a tragedy, for the quest for meaning and truth makes life worth living.

The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?

The questions that are beyond the reach of economics-the beauty, dignity, pleasure and durability of life-may be inconvenient but they are important.

Socialism is good when it comes to wages, but it tells me nothing when it comes to other questions in life that are more private and painful, for which I must seek answers elsewhere.

I think Poe had a mission to tell us what it's all about. To answer some of the great questions of life.

You have to ask these questions: who pays the piper, and what is valuable in this life?

Larry Grobel senses there are no answers in life, only questions. Good ones.

You never know the answers to the questions of life until you are asked.

A genuine quality of life comes from consistent, quality questions.

What is essential is not the answer but the questions; the answers indeed are the death of the life that is in the questions.

I didn't want my music to be confused - even though I was and had a lot of questions. I wanted my music to capture a period in my life where I was sure.