Don’t be afraid of the answers. Be afraid of not asking the questions.
Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.
Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?
If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?
The real questions are the ones that obtrude upon your consciousness whether you like it or not, the ones that make your mind start vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "come to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refuse to be placated. They barge into your life at the times when it seems most important for them to stay away. They are the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that reveal their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will.
The outcome of any serious research can only be to make two questions grow where only one grew before.
Do you love him?" There were only a few people in the world who could ask me such insanely personal questions without getting punched. Dimitri was one of them.
The decisions of the courts on economic and social questions depend on their economic and social philosophy.
Life would be unbearably dull if we had answers to all our questions.
An expert knows all the answers - if you ask the right questions.