Quotes About Intelligence

Amanda Briars was a beautiful woman masquerading as a plain one…she was funny, intelligent, brave, practical, and, most of all, interesting.

Daisy Bowman, Lillian's young sister, had an out-sized personality that belied her small, slight frame. Idealistic and possessed of a decidedly whimsical bent, she devoured romantic novels populated with rogues and villains. However, Daisy's elfin facade concealed a shrewd intelligence that most people tended to overlook. She was fair-skinned and dark-haired, with eyes the color of spiced gingerbread... mischievous eyes with long, spiky lashes.

The only thing Beatrix knows about being circumspect is how to spell it.

No one ever calls me sharp. People always say Pandora's the sharp one." "What do they say about you?" She gave a self-deprecating little laugh. "Usually it's something about my looks." Mr. Severin was silent for a moment. "There's much more to you than that," he said gruffly.

It is better to spend time in one's own company than to consort with people who have no more intelligence than the sheep and goats they herd." Annoyed by his snobbery, Livia could not resist making a retort. "You are fortunate, then, Mr. Chamberlain. With that attitude, it seems likely that you will indeed be spending a great deal of time in your own company.

There's nothing wrong about not knowing something. The stupid people are the ones who think they know everything.

You'll have to be careful, then," he said softly, smiling. "It would be a shame for some intelligent comment to slip out at the wrong moment.

She was even more exquisite than he had remembered, her eyes a dark, lucid blue. There were many beautiful women in London, but not one of them possessed her combination of intelligence and subtly off-kilter charm. He wanted to sweep her away somewhere, that very minute, and have her all to himself.

To Kathleen's surprise, West didn't leave. He returned to the house and went to his room. At least, she thought darkly, he'd made no further attempt to mount a horse while he was drunk, which she supposed put him above her late husband in terms of intelligence.

A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.

Books made me believe that smart girls who didn't necessarily fit in with the popular crowd could be the ones to solve mysteries, rescue people in distress, ferret out international criminals, fly spaceships to distant planets, take up arms and fight battles.

Thank God for nerds

Didn't you hear about the study that came out of England? The smarter you are, the less likely you are of getting married. The dumb girls are getting the guys.' 'So, you say that you give facials for a living, instead of that you're a lawyer who graduated with top honors from Harvard Law School?' 'Yes, and it works.

It was not easy being a smart girl in the 1940s. People thought you were annoying.

Through their brainwork, the women had an impact on the fighting that went on.

the women used these Enigma messages—along with files on individual U-boats and their commanders—to track, with pins, every U-boat and convoy whose location was known. At another desk, several other Goucher women, including Jacqueline Jenkins (later the mother of Bill Nye, aka Bill Nye the Science Guy), tracked "neutral shipping" based on daily position reports.

During World War II, code breaking would come into its own as one of the most fruitful forms of intelligence that exists.

When a man says you're going to "really be surprised" by a new woman he's dating, he means that for someone so hot they're not a complete dipshit.

Leah's intelligence, wit, and level of coolness in a woman who looked like I used to would make her a "fun work colleague" or "a hilarious sexless friend in whom I confide about my love life." But put those same characteristics in a super hot girl and you now have men falling all over themselves to crown her Time's Person of the Year.

Of course I believe in aliens. I think it's very egocentric to think that there's nothing else with intelligence in the whole universe.

An understanding of Jesus is not a mere matter of intelligence. He has to be accepted by faith.

In short, herein seems to lie the difference between idiots and madmen, that madmen put wrong ideas together, and so make wrong propositions, but argue and reason right from them: but idiots make very few or no propositions, and reason scarce at all.

Every man's first declaration of love is bathos--the zenith of his passion connoting perhaps the nadir of his intelligence.

Don't be a genius, my son, it isn't good for anybody.