Quotes About Wisdom

Some scars took longer to heal than others, and some scars, I knew, were necessary. Some things you should never forget.

Truth was a harder skill to master than swinging a sword.

The world would always know, even if men forgot.

cause only the Lord knows the heart of a man. ain't our job to be second-guessing.

The truth circled and gathered her into its arms.

If we spend too much time reliving the past, it gets us nowhere,

Lest we repeat history, Let the stories be passed, From father to son, from mother to daughter, For with but one generation, History and truth are lost forever. —Song of Jezelia

Tell me a riddle, Kazi

The truths of the world wish to be known, but they won't force themselves upon you the way lies will.

Lest we repeat history, let the stories be passed, from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever.

When opportunity knocks, you don't go punching it in the face.

The queen once told me there were a hundred ways to fall in love. Maybe there were a hundred ways to find and give forgiveness too. I think I had already found a few.

There is no substitute for books in the life of a child.

Never read anything that you wouldn't want to read out loud - - to your mother.

We learned. Some of the things we learned left scars.

One loses many laughs by not laughing at oneself.

Be glad that once you did experience that magic. It's part of who you are now, and you're richer for it.

When one is young and on the threshold of life's long deception, rashness is all. —Françoise Sagan1

Let her know that life is one long march through closing doors, that she should be sure to choose hers wisely.

I don't think there is any book that can't teach you something, even if it is how not to tell a story.

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.

And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed: Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!" Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!