Adventure is calling.

Glad tidings for you today, may the LORD answer the beautiful prayers of your heart, may open every beautiful door in your life today.

If you attack the problem right, you’ll get the answer.

I’ve told my grandchildren, ‘First you learn how to work the problem, and then you can go use the computer.’ I never liked that they could use a computer to find the answer.

I’m such an idiot. Why do I always have to lose my way first before finding my answer?

I supposed you’ll find out in three days. Well, shall we?

Pink. The answer is pink! P-I-N-K. She looks good in any color but that one is the best. It fits her.

If you’re wondering whether or not I’m thinking of you, the answer is yes.

I just needed you to pick up. I just needed you to answer the phone, and you did.

With the goodness of God to desire our highest welfare, the wisdom of God to plan it, and the power of God to achieve it, what do we lack? Surely we are the most favored of all creatures.

My Jeep is calling.

May the Lord answer your secret prayers today, as you go out in empty hand now, you would come back with full hand in the evening, good morning and have a lovely day.

I think it’s important that you learn the background of what you’re working on and how to do it, and you’ll get the right answer.

There are answers to every mystery, just gotta know where to look.

I had wondered. I had wondered if she had any intention of keeping her promise that we would be continued. I had wondered who called, and why, and what made her so upset. But I’d rather wonder than get answers I couldn’t live with.

The final exam: What is the most important question human beings must answer? Choose your question wisely, and then examine how Islam, Buddhism, and Christianity attempt to answer it.

“I hope that poor bastard lives the rest of the school year,” the Colonel said as we jogged home through the rain, “because I’m sure starting to enjoy that class. What’s your most important question?”

After thirty seconds of running, I was already winded. “What happens… to us… when we die?”

If you were starting over today, what would you do differently? Whatever your answer, start doing it now.

Silence is golden when you can’t think of a good answer.

Silence is an answer too.

Rambo: Gabrielle, I care for you like a daughter. I know you want answers. Just wait a little while. Grow up a little bit. Know about the world a little bit. Would you do that for me, please?
Gabrielle: Alright.

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

The answer to discouragement, then, is intelligent action. Get rid of discouragement before it gets rid of you.

I’ll always say my prayers… and if God doesn’t answer them at once I shall know it’s because He’s planning something better for me.

I think God’s hope and plan for us is pretty simple to figure out. For those who resonate with formulas, here it is: add your whole life, your loves, your passions, and your interests together with what God said He wants us to be about, and that’s your answer.

We never know how God will answer our prayers, but we can expect that He will get us involved in His plan for the answer.

They needed information and I had it, and it didn’t matter that I found it. At the time, it was just a question and an answer.

I was always taught not to answer no questions. I’m not really good at answering them because I get agitated so fast.

My question? It has no answer.

Too pissed off to cry, I said, ‘This is only making me hate her. I don’t want to hate her. And what’s the point, if that’s all it’s making me do?’ Still refusing to answer how and why questions. Still insisting on an aura of mystery.
I leaned forward, head between by knees, and the Colonel placed a head on my upper back. ‘The point is that there are always alsweres, Pudge.’ And then he pushed air out between his pursed lips and I could hear the angry quiver in his voice as he repeated, ‘There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.’

I’m really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

Because everybody who has ever lost their way in life has felt the nagging insistence of that question. At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze, and I don’t want us to forget Alaska, and I don’t want to forget that even when the material we study seems boring, we’re trying to understand how people have answered that question and the questions each of you posed in your papers — how different traditions have come to terms with what Chip, in his final, called ‘people’s rotten lots in life.’

Funny thing, talking to ghosts. You can’t tell if you’re making up their answers or if they are really talking to you.

For every time you call upon the Lord, may he answer you speedily, may you be sufficient and never lack in the basic things of life, good morning.

The heart that loves never lack, may the Lord continue to answer every single prayer of your heart, good morning.

Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.

The LORD is sufficient as our provider; ask him for the good of today as you rise from sleep this wonderful day, I pray that God answered every prayer of your heart, good morning.

For answer, Calcifer stretched out a blue arm-shaped flame divided into green fingerlike flames at the end. It was not very long, nor did it look strong. “See? I can almost reach the hearth,” he said proudly.

A prating barber asked Archelaus how he would be trimmed. He answered, “in silence”.

The lack of closure in an unsolved case seems to have a sharpening effect on those left behind; the details remain vivid to them even years later, possibly because they’ve gone over them looking for answers so many times.

I tried to find it but there was no answer at the end of the last conversation – closure.