Quotes About Knowledge

It is worth pointing out that feeling things (which usually means feeling them painfully ) is at some level linked to the acquisition of knowledge.

We must, between periods of digging in the dark, endeavour always to transform our tears into knowledge.

Singurii oameni care înc? ni se par normal sunt cei pe care nu-i cunoaÈ™tem îndeajuns. Cel mai bun leac pentru iubire e s? apuc?m s?-i cunoaÈ™tem mai bine.

What we colloquially call 'feeling bored' is just the mind, acting out of a self-preserving reflex, ejecting information it has despaired of knowing where to place.

The truth, in so far as a human being is able to attain such a thing, lies in a statement which it seems impossible to disprove. It is by finding out what something is not that one comes closest to understanding what it is.

What prevents us from loosening our grip on love is simply a lack of knowledge. This is what can make unrequited love so vicious. By denying us the chance to grow close to the beloved, we cannot tire of them in the cathartic and liberating manner that is the gift of requited love. It isn't their charms that are keeping us magnetized; it is our lack of knowledge of their flaws.

Italian economist Vilfredo Pareto, who theorised that a society would grow wealthy to the extent that its members forfeited general knowledge in favour of fostering individual ability in narrowly constricted fields.

We are chaotic chemical propositions, in dire need of basic principles that we can adhere to during our brief rational spells. We should feel grateful for, and protected by, the knowledge that our external circumstances are often out of line with what we feel; it is a sign that we are probably on the right course.

feeling things (which usually means feeling them painfully) is at some level linked to the acquisition of knowledge.

the average citizen now has near-instantaneous access to information about events in every nation on earth.

The important books should be those that leave us wondering, with relief and gratitude, how the author could possibly have known so much about our lives.

More data flows into the building in a single day than mankind as a whole would have generated in the twenty-three centuries between the death of Socrates and the invention of the telephone.

what effacement of the individual ego, a life in science now entailed.

On account of its scale and complexity, the world will always outstrip the capacity of any single body to ask fertile questions of it.

Proust's suspicion of doctors... in an awkward position...for they are people who profess to understand the workings of the body, even though their knowledge has not primarily emerged from any pain in their own body.

wanted to have read everything on the shelves at once...a precondition of becoming knowledgeable may be a resignation to, and accommodation with, the extent of one's ignorance, an accommodation which requires a sense that this ignorance need not be permanent, or indeed need not be taken personally, as a reflection of one's inherent capacities.

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better off pursuing tormented love affairs than reading Plato or Spinoza.

Pronouncing a lover "perfect" can only be a sign that we have failed to understand them. We can claim to have begun to know someone only when they have substantially disappointed us.

We cannot be taught wisdom, we have to discover it for ourselves by a journey which no one can undertake

What we colloquially call 'feeling bored' is just the mind, acting out of a self-preserving reflex, ejecting information it has despaired of knowing where to place.

We never envy another's achievement more than when we know very little about how it was attained.

The premodern world directed us to read so little because it was obsessed by a question modernity likes to dodge: what is the point of reading?

In the course of his own life and it''s misfortunes, he (a man) will look less at his own individual lot than at the lot of mankind as a whole, and accordingly will conduct himself ... more as a knower than as a sufferer. - Schopenhauer