You never answer a question nobody does.
I just tell you and though I dont sound like it I've got plenty of sense, there aint any answer, there aint going to be any answer, there never has been any answer, that's the answer.
I believe everything learned in college is an answer to a question that someone has posed. Questions get posed differently and the answers that come back transport us to places we never knew existed.
Would the Lord send one of the Twelve Apostles halfway around the world to help just one person? The answer is YES. He does it all the time.
Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.
But science is the collection of nature's answers; the humanities the collection of men's thoughts.
Most people think they KNOW the answer. I am willing to ADMIT I don't even know the question.
Solitude is a condition of peace that stands in direct opposition to loneliness. Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is a condition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union. loneliness is small, solitude is large. loneliness closes in around you; solitude expands toward the infinite. loneliness has its roots in words, in an internal conversation that nodbody answers; solitude has it's roots in the great silence of eternity.
Take a moment to think about your answer to this question: Am I prepared to have great success and not get any credit for it?
It's most presumptuous to believe we already know all the answers and will never get any more big surprises.
And along with indifference to space, there was an even more complete indifference to time. "There seems to be plenty of it", was all I would answer when the investigator asked me to say what I felt about time. Plenty of it, but exactly how much was entirely irrelevant. I could, of course, have looked at my watch but my watch I knew was in another universe. My actual experience had been, was still, of an indefinite duration. Or alternatively, of a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse.
We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.
Easily acquired. Inexpensive. Perfectly functional. Portable. Identifiable. Disposable. Eternal enough. These are my criteria for the perfect storage system. And I’ve found the answer in the simple file box.
Before you ask more questions, think about whether you really want to know the answers.
The living model never answers well the idea or impressions the painter wishes to express; one must, therefore, learn to do without one, and for that, you must acquire facility, furnish one's memory to the point of infinitude, and make numerous drawings after the old masters.
You can't get right answers if you're asking the wrong questions.
For me, almost always, the answer was cake.
There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.
He was reputed one of the wise men that made answer to the question when a man should marry? 'A young man not yet, an elder man not at all. '
I feel like humor is the answer to everything. If you have a little bit of humor in the shaker and you can sprinkle that on, that's your answer.
