Asking Quotes - Page 33

Asking a man if he could be trusted was like asking an unwed girl if she was a virgin. The question mattered, but the asking of it was gross insult.

I truly understand that there is a lesson in everything that happens to us. So I tried not to spend my time asking "Why did this happen to me?" but trying to figure out why I had chosen this.

By the time the people asking the questions are ready for the answers, the people doing the work have lost track of the questions.

Those of us lucky enough to have a share of privilege in the more free societies should not be asking this question, but doing something to answer it.

You're asking the wrong girl about fame. I'm hardly famous. I wouldn't want to trade places with anyone else.

The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet. I made myself forget. I don't know why. I keep asking myself. But I did.

Asking for forgiveness is just one of the most painful kind of experiences.

You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you.

The craziest thing is walking down the streets of New York and people recognizing me and asking for my photo. It has been pretty wild. I am used to getting spotted in ski towns, but I never thought it would happen in a place like this.

Very often kids don't ask questions in class because they don't want to be seen asking a question.

Oh, he was asking to have an open marriage and I refused.

Whether or not our system of Indian management has been a success during the past ten, fifty, or hundred years is almost answered in the asking.

I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it." (...) What do you think, Connor?" asks Hayden. "What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound?" Who says I even got one?" For the sake of argument, let's say you do." Who says I want an argument?

More and more of my audio fans are asking for audiobook versions - files without the intro/outro/etc that go into the podcasts. More and more want them from Audible.

Even my parents are so cute, and they deal with every movie of mine excellently. They check with me ever so casually by asking 'Now how much of nudity are we going to see in this one?

I'm not good at multi-tasking.

The one problem with the Internet for journalists who like doing long form is that any story that's going to involve 16 screens on the web page... that's asking a lot of people.

My work from the last 25 years has been asking people to see differently.

I have never been in a war before, but I have seen famine and death. I was asking (myself) what do they feel when they do this? I don't understand it. They are all children of God. Why do they do it. I don't understand.

Perhaps depression is caused by asking oneself too many unanswerable questions.

I don't tally the world, asking, "Would this annoy you? Would this annoy you?" That's so far removed from where I'm at when I'm in the trenches struggling with how to express things that I don't fully understand myself.

Scott Buchanan . . . taught me that the questions that can be answered are not worth asking.

I'm from Hope, Arkansas, you may have heard of it. All I'm asking is, give us one more chance.

I have this habit of asking 'why do you want to do it?' and then interrupting them to say, 'here's why you want to do it.' Because it's in the 'yes...and' spirit [rule of improvisation].

Like so many American families, our families weren't asking for much. They didn't begrudge anyone else's success or care that others had much more than they did, in fact, they admired it.