#question

To be or not to be. That's not really a question. ↗

— Jean-Luc Godard

#really #to be or not to be

Random questions are the least random of all questions. ↗

— John Green

#random

Beyond all sciences, philosophies, theologies, and histories, a child's relentless inquiry is truly all it takes to remind us that we don't know as much as we think we know. ↗

— Criss Jami

#certain #certainty #challenge #challenging #children

He had a talent for asking exactly the right questions to lead me to my own answers. Just being near him made things clearer. ↗

— K.D. Sarge

#faith

One day, someone said to me, 'Do you want to go jump out of an airplane?' I felt like I had nothing to lose anymore, so I said, 'Why not?' And every day since then, I ask myself that question. ↗

— Shania Twain

#anymore #ask #day #every #every day

It was in the Papal States that I studied the Roman Question. I traveled over every part of the country; I conversed with men of all opinions, examined things very closely, and collected my information on the spot. ↗

— Edmond About

#collected #country #every #examined #i

I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question. ↗

— Yogi Berra

#answering #because #had #i #i wish

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds -- justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner. ↗

— Anne Rice

#courage #daring #knowledge #questions #risk

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Do animals understand the concept of dreams or do they think they enter another dimension when they get tired? ↗

— Christy Leigh Stewart

#dogs #funny-and-random #question #dreams