Quotes About Questions

Great drama is great questions or it is nothing but technique. I could not imagine a theater worth my time that did not want to change the world.

Questions signified a vulgar display of ignorance.

You're the Imam Sahib, not me. Where do old birds go to die? Do they fall on us like stones from the sky? Do we stumble on their bodies in the streets? Do you not think that the All-Seeing, Almighty One who put us on this Earth has made proper arrangements to take us away?

It was a kiss that demanded no kiss-back. Not a cloudy kiss full of questions that wanted answers. Like the kisses of cheerful one-armed men in dreams.

end of life, or when debility comes, but all along the way. Whenever serious sickness or injury strikes and your body or mind breaks down, the vital questions are the same: What is your understanding of the situation and its potential outcomes? What are your fears and what are your hopes?

Then she asked a series of questions, targeting issues that tend to arise in patients with terminal illness. Did Cox have pain? How was her appetite, thirst, sleeping? Any trouble with confusion, anxiety, or restlessness? Had her shortness of breath grown worse? Was there chest pain or heart palpitations? Abdominal discomfort? Trouble with constipation or urination or walking?

None of the questions was what I expected. Most of them were esoteric thought experiments, 'How would you turn Pride and Prejudice into a video game?' and 'If you added a button to Pac-Man , what would you want it to do?' Conundrums like 'How come when Mario jumps he can change direction in midair?

And questions give us no rest. We know not why our curse makes us seek we know not what, ever and ever. But we cannot resist it. It whispers to us that there are great things on this earth of ours, and that we can know them if we try, and that we must know them. We ask, why must we know, but it has no answer to give us. We must know that we may know.

Everything bad comes from the mind, because the mind asks too many questions. It is blessed to believe, not to understand.

A man craves ultimate truths. Every mortal mind, I think, is that way. But what is ultimate truth? It's the end of the road, where there is no more mystery, no more hope. And no more questions to ask, since all the answers have been given. But there is no such place. The Universe is a labyrinth made of labyrinths. Each leads to another. And wherever we cannot go ourselves, we reach with mathematics. Out of mathematics we build wagons to carry us into the nonhuman realms of the world.

la cultura es a la vez algo necesario y casual, como el lecho de un nido, un refugio frente al mundo, un pequeño contra-mundo aceptado tácitamente por el grande de una forma relativamente indiferente, pues no contiene ninguna respuesta a las preguntas sobre el bien y el mal, la belleza y la fealdad, las reglas y las costumbres.

In science, restraint was necessary: there were questions that one was not allowed to put to the world - and he who nevertheless put them was like one who complained about a mirror whose reflection repeated his every movement but refused to reveal to him the volitional reason behind those movements.

CUNNINGHAM: Mother Teresa, if abortion is so terrible, then how come I'm not in Hell? MOTHER TERESA: I don't know. Did anybody tell you you weren't? CUNNINGHAM: Must be nice to have all the answers. MOTHER TERESA: Must be hard to have only questions.

By emphasizing doubt rather than belief, perplexity rather than certainty, and questions rather than answers, Zen practice granted me the freedom to imagine.

But then science is nothing but a series of questions that lead to more questions, which is just as well, or it wouldn't be much of a career path, would it?

I watched the hockey game with him for a while, but I couldn't stop asking him questions about which countries the players are from, and he was "resting his eyes," which means he was sleeping but didn't want me to change the channel.

E quando eu disse a ela que já os tinha lido, ela me fez umas perguntas muito longas, que na verdade eram apenas as ideias dela com um ponto de interrogação no final.

The trick of being a good guest is never to ask any questions about the composition of the household. Hosts, even the grandest, are nervous creatures and interpret curiosity as evidence of dissatisfaction.

Ask a stupid person, you'll get a stupid answer.

The most remarkable property of the universe is that it has spawned creatures able to ask questions.

Traditionally these are questions for philosophy, but philosophy is dead. Philosophy has not kept up with modern developments in science, particularly physics. Scientists have become the bearers of the torch of discovery in our quest for knowledge.

But humans are a curious species. We wonder, we seek answers. Living in this vast world that is by turns kind and cruel, and gazing at the immense heavens above, people have always asked a multitude of questions: How can we understand the world in which we find ourselves? How does the universe behave? What is the nature of reality? Where did all this come from? Did the universe need a creator?

Not only is it important to ask questions and find the answers, as a scientist I felt obligated to communicate with the world what we were learning.

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?