Quotes About Wisdom

Blessed are the ears that hear the pulse of the divine whisperer, and give no heed to the many whisperings of the world.

Blessed are they that have nothing to say, and who cannot be persuaded to say it

Blessed is the generation in which the old listen to the young; and doubly blessed is the generation in which the young listen to the old.

Blessed are the forgetful; for they get the better even of their blunders

Blessings are disguised as loss and disappointment. Wisdom and revelation are disguised as emptiness and despair. Doorways to paradise are disguised as dirt roads and dead ends.

Pain makes you stronger, fear makes you braver, heart break makes you wiser.

Be wise enough not to be reckless, but brave enough to take great risks.

I'm only brave when I have to. Being brave doesn't mean looking for trouble. -Mufasa

Let bravery be thy choice, but not bravado.

I'm only brave when I have to be. Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble. - Mufasa

O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.

When I'm wrong I'm like the Emperor on the Death Star thinking he'll turn Luke. Yet, when I'm right I'm a Jedi like my father before me.

From my perspective, there's no reason to be afraid of aging, because if you age, you're lucky! The alternative is death.

Many an ancient lord's last words have been, 'You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.'

I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.

It is a little disappointing to see that your legs are not as strong. But I like the idea of growing old, and the thought of approaching death is not particularly daunting to me.

Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.

Who dares to be intellectual in the presence of death?

Gray hairs are death's blossoms.

Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).

All our ignorance brings us closer to death.

When age is jocond it makes sport for death. [When age is jocund, it makes sport for death.]

As one gets older, this question of death, becomes more vexing and urgent.

I think old people are scary. They remind you of your own death. People don't like to tell you that.