Quotes About Wondering

Interviewing Michael Jordan is like playing him one on one. If he respects you and especially your media platform and he's amused by your college try, he'll let you get off a shot or two. Then he'll go behind his back, give you a head fake and leave you wondering exactly what he meant by this and that.

The game is just one long conversation, and I'm anticipating that, and I will say things like 'Did you know that?' or 'You're probably wondering why.' I'm really just conversing rather than just doing play-by-play. I never thought of myself as having a style. I don't use key words. And the best thing I do? I shut up.

All these questions and many more besides only occurred to me much, much later when there was no one left to ask.

Is this the hill? is this the kirk?Is this mine own countree?

I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.

Flint snorted. The kender was beginning to make sence, a fact that caused the dwarf to shake his head and wonder if maybe he shouldn't lie down somewhere out in the sun.

She said, "I don't know why I come here. That's a fact." He shrugged. "Since you are here, maybe you could tell me a little about yourself?" She shook her head. "I don't talk about that. I just been wondering lately why things happen the way they do." "Oh!" he said. "Then I'm glad you have some time to spare. I've been wondering about that more or less my whole life.

Floyd made it a rule never to worry about events over which he could have absolutely no control; any external threat would reveal itself in due time and must be dealt with then. But he could not help wondering if they had done

A fortnight went by, during which I frequently found my thoughts turning in her direction and wondering what strange side-alley of human experience this lonely woman had strayed into.

You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed?

What are you looking for back there?" said Mama. "Yesterday's snow?

For many minutes, for many hours, for a bleak eternity, he lay awake, shivering, reduced to primitive terror, comprehending that he had won freedom, and wondering what he could do with anything so unknown and so embarrassing as freedom.

In his last days on this earth, he'd wanted to know if this was all there was.

It should be worth the Courage Scar," said Harold from above, "don't you think so?" "What?" I asked. "Stealing a wench from the House of Saphrar and returning on a stolen tarn." "Undoubtedly," I grumbled. I found myself wondering if the Tuchuks had an Idiocy Scar.

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

There was nothing but myself. I hung in a timeless, spaceless, forceless void that was neither light, nor dark. I had entity, but no form; awareness, but no senses; mind, but no memory. I wondered, is this – this nothingness – my soul? And it seemed that I had wondered that always, and should go on wondering it for ever…

The first thinker was, without a doubt, the first man obsessed by why. An unaccustomed mania, not at all contagious: rare indeed are those who suffer from it, who are a prey to questioning, and who can accept no given because they were born in consternation.

If I used to ask myself, over a coffin: "What good did it do the occupant to be born?," I now put the same question about anyone alive.

If I used to ask myself, over a coffin: "What good did it do the occupant to be born?", I now put the same question about anyone alive.

Why, Sandilands? Why?

A Star appears; they marked its kindling beam O'er night's dark breast unusual splendours stream: The lesser lights that deck the sky, In wondering silence softly gliding by, At the fair stranger seemed to gaze, Or veiled their trembling fires and half withdrew their rays.

I've been watching 'Lost' on DVD recently. I keep thinking, 'Where are those actors now?' Nobody knows.

since he'd never even heard that described as being possible. And from that day on, whenever he found himself wondering

That drew a laugh from Jessamy, but he said, after a moment: "You had better flay me. It was my fault—all my fault!" "I was wondering how long it would be before you contrived to convince yourself that you were to blame," said Alverstoke caustically. "I haven't the slightest wish to know how you arrived at such an addlebrained conclusion, so don't put yourself to the trouble of telling me!