Quotes About Knowledge

It knew things, that smile.

Arlo: Show her the ropes. Finn: Where do we keep the ropes again?

When you discover the joy of reading, your mind opens to a world of wondrous discoveries and infinite possibilities.

My parents had an old-fashioned ideal of college, that four years at a liberal arts college should be a liberal arts education.

No one knows 'men' as such, any more than anyone knows 'women ' and if they do generalise they're probably trying to hide their own ignorance. You might know one 'man ' yes, or even lots of individual 'men'.

He doesn't believe in what is meant to be. He only believes in what is. We can know a river, but we can't know all the drops in it, every journey they could have taken instead of this one.

That's the secret of life--by the time you know, it's too late.

Once more, he was immersing himself in books, reaching the end of long articles, even going back over paragraphs to make sure he'd grasped things. How much more satisfying it was than all that skimming, all that jumping around. At present, he was working his way, deliciously, through a book on Mendel, the father of genetics. A man who might not have spend seven years watching peas, if he'd had the internet.

If every member of the human race evinced a fondness for literature and even a moderate level of dexterity with the written word, I would be a happier, if not more well-adjusted, man.

cognitive psychologist Jerome Bruner (1977) wrote, "Grasping the structure of a subject is understanding it in a way that permits many other things to be related to it meaningfully" (p. 7).

The more I work with birds, the more I believe in the undreamt, the things we are not given to know.

The desire to abase the values of knowledge before the values of action...

Nerede kald? diplomasinin 'öngörmek için bilmek, gere?ini yapmak için de öngörmek' kural?? Hareketsizli?in hafiflikten bir fark? var m??

Explanation is a well-dressed error.

Lo que pasa es que se creen sabios -dice de golpe-. Se creeen sabios porque han juntado un montón de libros y se los han comido.

hay enormes zonas a las que no he llegado nunca, y lo que no se ha conocido es lo que no se es.

La falta de experiencia es inevitable, si leo a Joyce estoy sacrificando automáticamente otro libro y viceversa, etc.

Libertad es decir adhesión a lo que finalmente y cada día (cada día es siempre el último, lo finalmente) sabemos bueno, bello, verdadero.

Destino de las Explicaciones En algún lugar debe haber un basural donde están amontonadas las explicaciones. Una sola cosa inquieta en este justo panorama: lo que pueda ocurrir el día en que alguien consiga explicar también el basural.

Sabemos tantas cosas, que la aritmética es falsa, que uno más uno no siempre son uno sino dos o ninguno, nos sobra tiempo para hojear el álbum de agujeros, de ventanas cerradas, de cartas sin voz y sin perfume.

Lo que llamamos absurdo es nuestra ignorancia. Los Premios, 1960 What we call absurd is our ignorance. The Winners, 1960

Cómo se repiten los juegos. Calzamos en moldes más que usados, aprendemos como idiotas cada papel más que sabido.

Cuanto más inteligente es una mujer, más hermosa la veo. Me encantan las que se maquillan con conocimiento, poesía, buena música y bellas palabras.

La melancolía de una vida demasiado corta para tantas bibliotecas, etc. La falta de experiencia es inevitable, si leo a Joyce estoy sacrificando automáticamente otro libro y viceversa