Quotes About Wisdom

Pensar é não compreender.

Si quieren que tenga un misticismo, está bien, lo tengo. Soy místico, mas solo con el cuerpo. Mi alma es pura y no piensa. Mi misticismo es no querer saber. Es vivir y no pensarlo

Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.

I wanted to live among books.

The love of libraries, like most loves, must be learned.

My books hold between their covers every story I've ever known and still remember, or have now forgotten, or may one day read; they fill the space around me with ancient and new voices.

Life happened because I turned the pages.

Cuenta una vieja tradición que «las palmeras suelen tener la cabeza en el fuego y los pies en el agua»,...

más mata un exceso de fe que una buena espada, porque para esgrimir la espada hace falta valor y experiencia, mientras la fe ciega puede ser cosa de cobardes e ignorantes

The shaman is a self-realized person. She discovers the ways of Spirit through her inner awakening.

We have to become still in the midst of the turmoil so we can observe clearly how our actions and the actions of others, past and present, fit together in the tapestry of life. In the timeless instant when we stop moving and simply witness the moment, the dust settles and the big picture emerges.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. — Buddha

There's an old Cherokee tale in which a man tells his grandson, "There are two wolves fighting within me. One of them is angry and hateful, the other is generous and compassionate." When the boy asks, "Which one will win, Grandpa?" the old man answers, "The one I feed.

When you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

One that hath wine as a chain about his wits, such a one lives no life at all.

Alcuin was my name: learning I loved.

O quam dulcis vita fuit dum sedabamus in quieti . . . inter liborum copias. : 'Oh how sweet life was when we sat quietly . . . midst all these books.

The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.

The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect; he becomes an adolescent, the day he forgives them he becomes an adult

Man should accept that he does not know very much at all and knows even less, when he places barriers to truth.

Is education possibly a process of trading awareness for things of lesser worth? The goose who trades his is soon a pile of feathers.

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of a March thaw, is the spring.

To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering.

When I call to mind my earliest impressions, I wonder whether the process ordinarily referred to as growing up is not actually a process of growing down; whether experience, so much touted among adults as the thing children lack, is not actually a progressive dilution of the essentials by the trivialities of living.