Quotes About Wisdom

Real wisdom lies in linking everything together—that's when the true shape of all of it emerges.

We should have some other collection of knowledge, then, to balance that one out – its inverse, its inner lining, everything we don't know, all the things that can't be captured in any index, can't be handled by any search engine. For the vastness of these contents cannot be traversed from word to word – you have to step in between the words, into the unfathomable abysses between ideas.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

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It's just like what they say about lightening; It's safest to stand where it has already struck.

Anger makes the mind clear and incisive, able to see more. It sweeps up the other emotions and takes control of the body. Without a doubt Anger is the source of all wisdom, for Anger has the power to exceed any limits.

Older ladies dressed like hippies would maintain that they knew what they were doing.

In her family they used to say that you always had to sit for a minute before heading off on any kind of trip—an old provincial Polish habit—

mitologi?, jako zbiór pouczaj?cych opowie?ci, które pomagaj? ?y?

no great significance that are too highly valued. It is in the feet that all knowledge of Mankind lies hidden; the body sends them a weighty sense of who we really are and how we relate to the earth. It's in the touch of the earth, at its point of contact with the body that the whole mystery is located—the fact that we're built of elements of matter, while also being alien to it, separated from it. The feet—those are our plugs into the socket.

My body tensed, I was ready to do battle. My head began to spin, and a dismal wailing rose in my ears, a roar, as if from over the horizon an army of thousands was approaching – voices, the clank of iron, the creak of wheels in the distance. Anger makes the mind clear and incisive, able to see more. It sweeps up the other emotions and takes control of the body. Without a doubt Anger is the source of all wisdom, for Anger has the power to exceed any limits.

Keitin teetä. Mustaa teetä. Saakoon nainen tietää, mitä on Tee.

Ta [Jumal] on meie sees, aga meie oleme tema sees. Ta tegutseb pimesi, aga teab, mida teeb. Ta on nagu leib - igaüks saab kääru ja maitseb seda omal kombel, aga ükski leivakäär ei sisalda tervet leiba.

Knowledge that is grown only on the outside changes nothing inside a man, or merely changes him on the surface, as one garment is changed for another. But he who learns by taking things inside himself undergoes constant transformation, because he incorporates what he learns into his being.

Gdy przepisujemy i cytujemy, budujemy gmach wiedzy i rozmna?amy j? jak moje warzywa czy jab?onki. Przepisywanie jest jak szczepienie drzewa; cytowanie – jak wysiewanie nasion.

On the path to truth, at every step, you set your foot down on your own heart.

Sir, what can be said of these things? Is it the arm of the flesh that hath done these things? Is it the wisdom and counsel, or strength of man? It is the Lord only. God will curse that man and his house that dares to think otherwise. Sir, you see the work is done by a Divine leading. God gets into the hearts of men, and persuades them to come under you.

Your pretended fear lest error should step in, is like the man who would keep all wine out of the country, lest men should be drunk. It will be found an unjust and unwise jealousy to deprive a man of his natural liberty upon a supposition he may abuse it. When he doth abuse it, judge.

Wisdom makes a slow defense against trouble, though a sure one in the end.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

For just experience tells; in every soil,That those that think must govern those that toil.

I… chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, not for a fine glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well.

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

For he that fights and runs away, may live to fight another day, but he, who is in battle slain, can never rise and fight again.