#question

Questions are a burden to others; answers are a prison for oneself. ↗

— Patrick McGoohan

#burden #oneself #others #prison #questions

Beliefs and values that have held sway for thousands of years will be questioned as never before. ↗

— Carol P. Christ

#beliefs #held #never #questioned #sway

Everybody is ambitious. The question is whether he is ambitious to be or ambitious to do. ↗

— Jean Monnet

#everybody #question #whether

The question was heatedly debated of how much Western culture should be brought into China. ↗

— Chen Ning Yang

#china #culture #debated #how #into

The thing about tennis is if you stay off for two weeks, or just for three days, you can lose your rhythm quickly. So it's just a question of constant diligence and vigilance. ↗

— Venus Williams

#constant #days #diligence #just #lose

I'm staggered by the question of what it's like to be a multimilionaire. I always have to remind myself that I am. ↗

— Bruce Willis

#am #i #i always #i am #like

I need to ask, are you afraid of spiders?" Nicholas blinked, suddenly caught off guard, "Yes, I'm afraid of spiders." "Were you always?" "What are you, a psychiatrist?" Pritam took a breath. He could feel Laine's eyes on him, appraising his line of questioning. "Is it possible that the trauma of losing your best friend as a child and the trauma of losing your wife as an adult and the trauma of seeing Laine's husband take his life in front of you just recently..." Pritam shrugged and raised his palms, "You see where I'm going?" Nicholas looked at Laine. She watched back. Her gray eyes missed nothing. "Sure," agreed Nicholas, standing. "And my sister's nuts, too, and we both like imagining that little white dogs are big nasty spiders because our daddy died and we never got enough cuddles." "Your father died?" asked Laine. "When?" "Who cares?" Pritam sighed. "You must see this from our point of - " "I'd love to!" snapped Nicholas. "I'd love to see it from your point of view, because mine is not that much fun! It's insane! It's insane that I see dead people, Pritam! It's insane that this," he flicked out the sardonyx necklace,"stopped me from kidnapping a little girl!" "That's what you believe," Pritam said carefully. "That's what I fucking believe!" Nicholas stabbed his finger through the air at the dead bird talisman lying slack on the coffee table. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#anger #childhood-trauma #death #defensive #grief

There are no wrong answers; there are only right questions with no answers. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #questions #funny

Should I, too, prefer the title of 'non-Jewish Jew'? For some time, I would have identified myself strongly with the attitude expressed by Rosa Luxemburg, writing from prison in 1917 to her anguished friend Mathilde Wurm: What do you want with these special Jewish pains? I feel as close to the wretched victims of the rubber plantations in Putamayo and the blacks of Africa with whose bodies the Europeans play ball… I have no special corner in my heart for the ghetto: I am at home in the entire world, where there are clouds and birds and human tears. An inordinate proportion of the Marxists I have known would probably have formulated their own views in much the same way. It was almost a point of honor not to engage in 'thinking with the blood,' to borrow a notable phrase from D.H. Lawrence, and to immerse Jewishness in other and wider struggles. Indeed, the old canard about 'rootless cosmopolitanism' finds a perverse sort of endorsement in Jewish internationalism: the more emphatically somebody stresses that sort of rhetoric about the suffering of others, the more likely I would be to assume that the speaker was a Jew. Does this mean that I think there are Jewish 'characteristics'? Yes, I think it must mean that. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#africans #compassion #dh-lawrence #empathy #europeans

Where radio is different than fiction is that even mediocre fiction needs purpose, a driving question. ↗

— Ira Glass

#driving #even #fiction #mediocre #needs