Quotes About Knowledge

Ci siamo mai chiesti quali cambiamenti si determinarono nel nostro cervello quando la gente cominciò a leggere invece di ascoltare?

That's the point—anything might be true anywhere, there's never any way of really knowing the truth about anything. Anything is possible—everything's so crazy, anything at all's possible.

Sometimes when I, Anna, look back, I want to laugh out loud. It is the appalled, envious laughter of knowledge at innocence. I would be incapable now of such trust. I, Anna, would never begin an affair with Paul. Or Michael. Or rather, I would begin an affair, just that, knowing exactly what would happen; I would begin a deliberately barren, limited relationship. What Ella lost during those five years was the power to create through naivety.

Los viejos saben por experiencia que a veces los recuerdos se alteran y el sentido cambia

If I have learned so much that I never expected, what more can I hope to learn and understand, providing I am patient, and do not allow myself to ask useless questions?

Books can offer a counter narrative—another story to the one we think we know.

I shook my head once and caught her glance, the wise and sullen look of a not quite adolescent girl who knew too much.

Subject to intelligence, nothing is incalculable.

A man of over thirty might be held to be at the height of his powers, but not necessarily of his wisdom.

Do you swim? Hunt? Wrestle? I see. Can you use a crossbow? Your longest shot? Can you count? Read and write? Ah, the sting of sarcasm—Have we a scholar here? Then produce us a specimen," said Lymond. "What about some modest quatrains? Frae vulgar prose to flowand Latin. Deafen us, enchant us, educate us, boy.

I once heard a man speak, who had understanding, and the promise of vision. He was called the Master of Culter.

But you do not know me,' Lymond said. 'Whereas I know you exceedingly well. You should be glad. I may well find it tedious; but you should have an extremely interesting journey.

You're so damned brilliant, said Phelim. You know everything. It's hard-set you'd be to give yourself a dull Saturday afternoon. We're all puppets—not the old Queens only, but the rest of us, man, woman and child, looking the fools of the world. [...] You have them there, on their strings, all curled tight to your littlest finger; and you little heeding as you swing them what soul you may bruise.

You will have power and wealth, but what are these to a scholar? You will end your life an oasis in a desert of ignorance.

If I did not know how to live, I shall know how to die.

Oh God, thought Jerott. Don't let it happen. She doesn't deserve the torment. The lifetime of waiting, in return for a handful of moments of ecstasy. And standing behind him, always, the ghosts of his other, experienced women. The thoughts he did not share. The knowledge that one had his total friendship but never the key to the innermost door.

For him, it was now of no importance, as his place in the world was of no consequence. He was home, after long and harsh buffeting. And it was she, who knew his quality as Grey had done, who had to live with the knowledge that there was no channel by which it could continue; that for the purposes of the present world the flourish, so brief, was now over with.

My mother helped me understand how not to show off what I knew, but how to use it so that others might benefit.

I always have a quotation for everything--it saves original thinking.

I took the liberty of ascertaining as much beforehand, my lord. Of course you did, Bunter. You always ascertain everything.

The brutal fact is that in this Christian country not one person in a hundred has the faintest notion what the Church teaches about God or man or society or the person of Jesus Christ.

At twenty years of age, the old-fashioned schooling turned me out helpless, ignorant and dissatisfied. Forty years later I encounter the product of the new schooling — still more helpless, still more ignorant, and possibly not even dissatisfied.

although we often succeed in teaching our pupils subjects, we fail lamentably on the whole in teaching them how to think? They learn everything, except the art of learning.

Theology is the mistress-science, without which the whole educational structure will necessarily lack its final synthesis.