Quotes About Wisdom

Wise is he who disdains no character, but, fixing a searching eye on him, explores him down to the first causes… Blessed is the man who has chosen the most noble passion from among them all.

In everything the will of God, madam," said Chichikov with a sigh. "Against the divine wisdom it is not for us to rebel. Pray hand them over to me, Nastasia Petrovna." "Hand over whom?" "The dead peasants." "But how could I do that?" "Quite simply. Sell them to me, and I will give you some money in exchange." "But how am I to sell them to you? I scarcely understand what you mean. Am I to dig them up again from the ground?

You see, wisdom does not come with grey hairs.

Nuestra generación lo ve todo claramente, le asombran los errores, le produce risa la insensatez de sus antepasados, sin ver que esos anales están escritos con fuego celestial, que en ellos clama cada letra, que un dedo imperioso le señala por doquier a ella, a la generación actual. Pero nuestra generación se ríe y, dominada por la presunción y el orgullo, comienza una serie de nuevos errores, de los que más tarde también se reirán nuestros descendientes.

simple old woman helped me when I got back to our parts. And how, do you think? Merely by whispering some spell on it. What do you say about these medical men, my dear sir? I think they simply fool and befuddle us. Some old woman knows twenty times better than all these medical men.

You have to read many books to realize how little you know.

Dreadful and fearsome is the old age which will come, for it gives nothing back, nothing in return!

Para mim é, melhor o homem que diz sem rodeios que não percebe do assunto do que o hipócrita, que fala como se soubesse daquilo que não sabe e só borra e estraga tudo.

As?l her ?eyden azar azar anlayan ak?ldanelerden korkmal? insan. Herkes kendi i?ini yaps?n, yeter. Benim gözümde bilmedi?ini aç?kça söyleyen insan, bilmedi?ini biliyormu? gibi görünen ve her ?eyi a?z?na yüzüne bula?t?ran ikiyüzlüden daha de?erlidir.

Dar în?elept este cel c?ruia nu-i repugn? nici un caracter ?i, ?intuindu-l cu privirea scrut?toare, ajunge s?-l cunoasc? pân? la origine.

Having said that, the enchanted wanderer seemed to feel prophetic inspiration coming upon him anew and lapsed into quiet concentration, which none of his interlocutors ventured to interrupt with any new question. And what more could they have asked him? He had divulged the story of his past with all the candor of his simple soul, and his predictions remained in the hands of Him who conceals their destinies from the wise and prudent and only sometimes reveals them unto babes.

By watching him, one could verify the truthfulness of Francis Bacon's statement about people who, thanks to their inclination toward philosophy, became veritable owls who could only see in the darkness of their own conclusion and remained blind in the light of reality, particularly when it came to seeing the obvious.

But wise is the man who disdains no character, but with searching glance explores him to the root and cause of all.

Maybe you're right, boss. It all depends on the way you look at it. Look, one day I had gone to a little village. An old grandfather of ninety was busy planting an almond tree. 'What, grandad' I exclaimed. 'Planting an almond tree' and he, bent as he was, turned round and said, 'My son, I carry on as if I should never die.' I replied, 'And I carry on as if I was going to die any minute.' Which of us was right, boss

God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.

I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.

Look, one day I had gone to a little village. An old grandfather of ninety was busy planting an almond tree. 'What, grandfather!' I exclaimed. 'Planting an almond tree?' And he, bent as he was, turned around and said: 'My son, I carry on as if I should never die.' I replied: 'And I carry on as if I was going to die any minute.' Which of us was right, boss?

All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?

Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.

Cigarettes are always costly than brick blocks..... Be wise.

Use the time you voted for smoking to read. Changes will be on the walls of this world.

A young person can't know her life, what it will be or how it will unfold. When you grow older, you gain a sense that hardships occupy particular moments in time, which by and by will pass. But when you're young, a single moment seems like the whole world. It feels permanent.

as if not seeing something spared you from its sorrow.

I didn't tell him the rest of what I knew -- that once you gave up even a little of yourself, it wasn't long before you gave up everything. But he'd learn that for himself soon enough.