Quotes About Wisdom

Tengo más experiencia que los demás, he vivido algo que casi nadie conoce a mi edad

In my childhood diary I wrote: "I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.

I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People who do not believe me naive or innocent, but who challenge my keenest wisdom, who have the courage to treat me like a woman in spite of the fact that they are aware of my vulnerability.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.

You live out the confusions until they become clear.

All I wanted was humor and wisdom.

If a person continues to see only giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the sediment of all the visions, wishes, dreams and experiences. All the past emotions converge to tint the skin and flavor the lips, to regulate the pulse and produce crystals in the eyes.

That night Fay became a woman, making a secret of her pain, intent on saving her happiness with Albert, on showing wisdom and subtlety.

Only beware of your reason, your intelligence. Do not attempt to resolve. . . . Don't preach. No moral conclusions.

I have decided that if analysis is a hothouse, a hastening of wisdom and growth, nevertheless the life experience must be actually lived out and through, completely, in spite of it; everything that is lived out in the imagination is poison.

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I can't resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

Fools compare... the wise enjoy.

I want to give you an idea. . . . "Ask some rector for a copy of the Apocrypha". . .. "Read Rabelais in old French." "Reread Cervantes" .

because then the sum of experiences, of suffering, of self-analysis and soul-struggle have mellowed the individual and he can aid because he speaks and moves out of a ripe, conscious wisdom—not through precepts, ideas, formulas.

are the only woman who has had a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance—no more, you seem to urge me to betray you.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

Myth embodies the nearest approach to absolute truth that can be stated in words.

What I have sought is to understand what has been said.

While there may have lived an individual teacher who gave the ancient wisdom its peculiarly "Buddhist" coloring, his personality is completely overshadowed, as he must have wished it should be, by the eternal substance with which he identified himself. In other words, "the Buddha is only anthropomorphic, not a man".

Someone recently said to me that it is easier to be clever than it is to be kind, and I think that is very true. So I add to my list of regrets the times I have not been kind, choosing instead to be clever, usually at someone else's expense.