Quotes About Knowledge

Our time has been distinguished, more than by anything else, by a mastery, a control, of the external world, and by an almost total forgetfulness of the internal world. If one estimates human evolution from the point of view of knowledge of the external world, then we are in many respects progressing. If our estimate is from the point of view of the internal world, and of oneness of internal and external, then the judgment must be very different.

The library knows its own mind," old Master Hyrrokkin told him, leading him back up the secret stairs. "When it steals a boy, we let it keep him.

What's the point of being old if you can't beleaguer the young with your vast stores of wisdom? And what's the point of being young if you can't ignore all advice?

War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. It's ugly, and you don't even want to look at it let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice, once you know. Once you really know.

You needn't trouble yourself. He's only a librarian.

Lazlo couldn't have belonged at the library more truly if he were a book himself.

ignorance and power, they´re a poor combination.

The senses have their limits, and we can never know how short they fall in revealing to us the truth of a vision, a scent, a sound.

Without his books, Lazlo felt as though a vital link to his dream had been cut.

Seriously?" Zuzana muttered. "As if he knows. Like he didn't tell the last twenty-five reporters because he was saving this excellent secret knowledge just for her?

The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

What's a horizon?" Lazlo asked, straight-faced. "Is it like the end of an aisle of books?

I'm a librarian," he said.

Humans have gotten glimpses of things over time," he'd said. "Just enough to make the rest up. It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth." "So what's real?" she'd wanted to know. "If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it's real.

The only reason we've held them off this long is because we burned the library." "The library?

And when he reread the stories, still it was research.

The keepers of books had been the keepers of wisdom.

Quando menino, no mosteiro, as histórias tinham sido a riqueza de Lazlo. Ele era mais rico agora. Agora ele tinha livros.

You can't know. You can't know until you know

A biblioteca tem uma mente própria – o velho Mestre Hyrrokkin disse-lhe, levando-o de volta pelas escadas secretas. – Quando ela rouba um menino, nós permitimos que ela o guarde.

The library knows its own mind. When it steals a boy, we let it keep it.

Truth has many different drawers and shelves.

His intellect might be a weapon, his worldliness his shield.

I know something about responsibility. Just don't ask me about politics.