Quotes About Geometry

Speed is simply the rite that initiates us into emptiness: a nostalgic desire for forms to revert to immobility, concealed beneath the very intensification of their mobility. Akin to the nostalgia for living forms that haunts geometry.

Ses progrès dans la géométrie vous pourraient servir d'épreuve et de mesure certaine pour le développement de son intelligence : mais sitôt qu'il peut discerner ce qui est utile et ce qui ne l'est pas, il importe d'user de beaucoup de ménagement et d'art pour l'amener aux études spéculatives.

Meton (astronomer in 5th century BC): With the straight ruler I set to work To make the circle four-cornered .

My work is always very geometric.

Topologists are not concerned with angles and lengths, which are clearly altered by stretching the rubber sheet, but they do care about more fundamental properties.

There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.

I love the simplicity of the Cube because it's a very clear geometrical shape, and I love geometry because it's the study of how the whole universe is structured.

Most problems I work on are related to geometric structures on surfaces and their deformations.

Geometry is the art of correct reasoning from incorrectly drawn figures.

And since geometry is the right foundation of all painting, I have decided to teach its rudiments and principles to all youngsters eager for art. . .

For nine years I worked to change what was hairdressing then into a geometric art form with color, perm without setting which had never been done before.

The present author confesses that, to him, geometry is nothing at all, if not a branch of art ... A Treatise on Algebraic Plane Curves

Calligraphy is a geometry of the soul which manifests itself physically.

In order to give meaning to the world, one has to feel oneself involved in what he frames. This attitude requires concentration, a discipline of mind, sensitivity, and a sense of geometry.

A circle is the strongest shape in the universe. Nothing can beat it, nothing can improve upon it, nothing can be more perfect.

No very good sense can be given to the idea that the elements of Euclidean geometry may be found in nature because either everything is found in nature or nothing is. Euclidean geometry is a theory, and the elements of a theory may be interpreted only in terms demanded by the theory itself. Euclid's axioms are satisfied in the Euclidean plane. Nature has nothing to do with it.

The sharply precise divisions and boundaries, together with the fact that—wind and your more exotic-type spins aside—balls can be made to travel in straight lines only, make textbook tennis plane geometry. It is billiards with balls that won't hold still. It is chess on the run. It is to artillery and airstrikes what football is to infantry and attrition.

The closest conventional analogue I could derive for this figure was a cycloid, L'Hôpital's solution to Bernoulli's famous Brachistochrone Problem, the curve traced by a fixed point on the circumference of a circle rolling along a continuous plane.

In things to be seen at once, much variety makes confusion, another vice of beauty. In things that are not seen at once, and have no respect one to another, great variety is commendable, provided this variety transgress not the rules of optics and geometry.

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I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you through and through, by means of an incantation that comes from me to you. To stretch out savagely while an inflexible geometry vibrates behind everything.

Macabéa, Hail Mary, full of grace, serene promised land, land of forgiveness, the time must come, ora pro nobis, and I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you to the bone through an incantation that comes from me to you. To scatter oneself wildly and yet behind everything pulses an inflexible geometry.

Macabéa, Hail Mary, full of grace, serene promised land, land of forgiveness, the time must come, ora pro nobis, and I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you to the bone through an incantation that comes from me to you. To scatter oneself wildly and yet behind everything pulses an inflexible geometry. Macabéa remembered the docks. The docks went to the heart of her life.

I want geometric streaks that cross in the air and form a disharmony that I understand. Pure 'it