It is according to how we are able to answer the question of what we do (normally the first enquiry we will have to field in any new acquaintance) that the quality of our reception is likely to be decided.
(Cedric Price produced the Potteries Thinkbelt) ...project which questioned most of the cherished establishment premises of university education and substituted in their place their complete inversion.
One of the problems with being a witch is when you ask the universe a question, it generally give you an answer.
She didn't look at me and I didn't look at her. Some questions are so direct the only way to ask them is sideways.
The starting point to freedom is to begin questioning the cultural narrative you have been sold.
For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one's own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body.
My mind cannot grasp forever," she told him. "There must surely be an end somewhere. But the big question is-what it beyond the end?
There were tears on his cheeks, dripping down onto his chafed hands. He knew the answer to that question, knife-sharp and driven deep, and the answer was…recognition.
Who says I have rules?" She waves off my question. "Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules.
I thought maybe a day was coming when I'd stop constantly worrying about how to live. Maybe at some point I'd just start living, no questions asked.
Lean on me,” someone says in Jane Austen to a woman he scarcely knows, and there’s no question but that she will, that she takes it for granted.
And, indeed, I will ask on my own account here, an idle question: which is better - cheap happiness or exalted sufferings? Well, which is better?
Beatrix, do you know what happens to girls who ask such naughty questions?” “They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired hopefully.
What do you do with a master vampire that won't leave you alone? Good question. Unfortunately, what I needed was a good answer.
How ya doin'?' I always think, What kind of a question is that?, and I always reply, 'A bit early to tell.
Never question the power of one! Throughout history it has been the actions of only one person who has in inspired the movement of change.
I have always considered "Pascal's Wager" a questionable bet to place, since any God worth believing in would prefer an honest agnostic to a calculating hypocrite.
Above all marriage is a new task and a new seriousness—a new challenge and a question regarding the strength and kindness of each participant and a new great danger for both.
Monsieur Bienvenu was simply a man who accepted these mysterious questions...and who had in his soul a deep respect for the mystery which enveloped them.
I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I'm living for the next exclamation.
I believe the Lord has chosen me to spread His word through my words and who am I to question His plans for me?
