Quotes About Knowledge

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,drawn from the cold hard mouthof the world, derived from the rocky breastsforever, flowing and drawn, and sinceour knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.

Close, close all night the lovers keep. They turn together in their sleep, Close as two pages in a book that read each other in the dark. Each knows all the other knows, learned by heart from head to toes.

Education is not so important as people think.

The furniture would have missed you? Furniture's knowing all right. Not much gets past the things in a room, I daresay, and chairs and tables don't go to the grave so soon. Every time I take the soft cloth to that stuff in the drawingroom, I could say, 'Well, you know a bit more'.

There were readers who could expect no more from life, and just dared to look in books to see how much they had missed.

To throw obstacles in the way of a complete education is like putting out the eyes.

You are wise, Mama." "The price of experience," she said. "I wish I had been wiser when I was younger.

Because to outwit your rivals, first you had to know their ways and how to play their games.

I could imagine it, I thought, but all I could ever do was imagine. I couldn't know. I couldn't feel that.

Although the terms teaching and learning are typically paired, those of us who teach know that students don't always learn. When I complained about this early in my teaching career, a colleagues chided me: "Saying 'I thaught the students something, they just didn't learn it' is akin to saying 'I sold them the car, they just didn't but it'".

People are afraid of things they don't understand.

Nothing mitigated failure except the knowledge that it did not matter.

His hunger for knowledge gave him no rest, it was both his bane and his joy.

A Princess called to rule a kingdom must know it through and through, if she is to reign worthily. And how can she know it, if she is not given the freedom of it?

Marguerite was not so sure. What did human beings know about anything? Their own existence was still a mystery to them, and of the existences beyond their own they knew about as much as field mice know of the world above the heads of the bending ears of corn.

The value of little things was heightened by her enjoyment of them; the value of life itself was heightened because she had bought her knowledge of it with bitter sorrow and yet in her old age could wear it with such grace.

The problematic of sexual difference entails a certain failure of knowledge to bridge the gap, the interval, between the sexes. There remains something ungraspable, something outside, unpredictable, and uncontainable, about the other sex for each sex. This irreducible difference under the best conditions evokes awe and surprise; under less favorable conditions it evinces horror, fear, struggle, resistance.

But mostly I'm just respectful of old ways. I believe things for a reason, and in the old days they did things for a reason. And if you don't understand why—well, you might end up opening a few doors better left closed. That's all.

The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.

The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.

Reading is a discount ticket to everywhere.

The greatest gift is a passion for reading.

Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.

So how did you get to be so wise?" It seemed she might not answer his question, but she did. "I read, she smiled, and he chuckled. Small-town honesty. He could recognize it a mile away. Small-town honesty, and big city drive.