Quotes About Wondering

Maybe it was just my imagination, but before Alex went down the ladder, she gave me a look like You okay? Or maybe she was just wondering why I was so weird, as per usual.

Why not?" Mrs. Scaife said, navigating her way back to the sofa and dropping anchor ("Ouf") on the salmon damask.

...a young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.

Abel also kept busy taking it easy. Only when taking it easy, he'd learned, could one properly do one's wondering.

He who thought at last the books would tell him why people couldn't stay, and how their maps unraveled into ink-dissolving roads, while the sleepless boy and hall light stood watch...

There may well be a scientific paper to be written on why walking in an art gallery is so much more exhausting than, say, climbing Helvellyn. My guess is that it is something to do with the energy required to hold muscles in tension, combined with the mental exertion of wondering what to say.

Sometimes I need a place to ask myself impossible questions.

Whither goest all of us, huh...for cryin' out loud?

Marriages are like certain books, a story where you turn the last page and you think it's over and then there's an epilogue, and after that you're inclined to go on wondering about the characters or imagining that their lives continue without you, dear reader. Until you forget most of that book, you're stuck puzzling over what happened to them after you closed it.

I'll never know how to live, will you?

Why am I alive?

The dead people want to know why everything turned out this way.

little whispering fidgeting of a shut-away congregation wondering who to pray to

Truth always leaves a pleasure asking questions.

Power has always corrupted, my dear. Even the promise of power. It is a hard thing to look at through the fence for hundreds of years without wondering what it would be like on the other side.

They're a year closer and I'm on the street like a goddamn lost dog wondering if I'll ever find my way back home.

and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

The trouble with being an agnostic is that you are always wondering, a bit. That's what a-gnosis means: you lack the Inner Certainty of those Fully Enlightened Beings like the Pope or the Ayatollah or some Marxists we have all encountered.

I lay there drifting, wondering, imagining...

But the flip side of being spared was the agony of wondering who hadn't.

They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.

What are you doing now?" Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. "Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.

Studying my face, Death narrowed his gaze. "Have you a plan, creature?" "Can't read my thoughts anymore?" "Perhaps not. But I can tell you are malingering." "Malingering? I don't speak S.A.T.

Stark looked strong and healthy and totally gorgeous. I was distracting myself by wondering what exactly Scottish guys did, or didn't, wear under those kilts when he turned to face me. His smile lit up his eyes. I can practically hear you thinking.