Quotes About Wisdom

Mother had it all wrong. Uncle Gloucester had been ruling the north justly and well. Why should he not rule all England as wisely? She could not imagine him wreaking vengeance. It was just not in character. Mother was overwrought with grief, she decided.

As the wise Cicero said, "If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

Madam, I pray you, be governed by me, or some other wise person. With respect, you are a woman and in need of masculine guidance.

In the past, whenever my logic and my instincts were in conflict, I would back my logic. Today, I back my instincts every time. Why? Because I know that my instinctive brain is many times more intelligent than my conscious brain.

It's best to keep one's resentment to oneself.

I learned a world from each / one whom I loved

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

All these books are published in Heaven.

Scientist alone is true poet.

Thus, as the Buddha said to a lady who offered him a curse,the gift is returned to the giver when it is not accepted

May no Evil Eye peek thru window, keyhole or gunsight at his white haired face!

Forget pleasure and Ambition

First thought, best thought.

I know too much and not enough.

We make stupid mistakes when we're young; we do our best to make amends for them as we get older. We survive by learning; by learning we survive. Such is life. So be it.

Men grow old, but they do not ripen.

Children are like men, the experience of others does not help them.

Parler est une graine que l'on sème dans le champ des esprits; la graine devient un arbre, et dans l'arbre finissent par chanter tous les oiseaux du ciel.

The moral of this story is not everything that's slick is non-stick, and not everything non-stick is slick.

Yo pensaba: sí, sí, tonta, muérete y verás. Y se murió, mira por donde. El listo al hoyo y la tonta al bollo...

There are some things that a woman knows that she cannot tell even her family. It is part intuition and part self-preservation.

I told my daughter, the first time she fell in love, not to hold it too close. Think of yourself in a warm, summer pool, I told her, concentric circles rippling all around you. Golden beams of sunlight flooding your hair, striking your face. Inhale it. Breathe it. It will not leave you. If you place sunlight in your palms, it will turn to shadow. If you put fireflies in a jar, they will die. But if you love with wings on, you will always feel the exhilaration of being suspended in flight.

In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water, it flows to it's own current.

I often wonder if it's the curse of old age, to feel young in your heart while your body betrays you.