Quotes About Insight

But i know a lot about the kind of men you mean. They're the same everywhere.

Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.

It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly.

Buecher muessen schwer sein, weil die ganze Welt in ihnen steckt!

Don't get caught in your own thoughts, Fox. They would make her blind and deaf.

I libri devono essere pesanti perché dentro hanno il mondo intero.

Los libros tienen que pesar porque el mundo entero está encerrado en ellos.

Los libros deben ser pesados porque contienen el peso del mundo en ellos

DER SPIEGEL ÖFFNET SICH NUR FÜR DEN, DER SICH SELBST NICHT SIEHT. Was sollte das bedeuten?

Was ist der grö?te Schatz, den du je gefunden hast?', hatte Chanute ihn vor nich allzu langer Zeit gefragt. Jacob hatte die Schultern gezukt und ein paar aufgezählt. 'Du bist ein nog grö?erer Dummkopf als ich,' hatte Chanute geknurrt. 'Ich hoffe nur, das du ihn nicht verloren hast, wenn dir die wahre Antwort dimmert.

Ma scusa, lo dici sempre anche tu: i libri devono essere pesanti perché dentro hanno il mondo intero.

And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on—developing and changing like our own world.

Un lettore non vede veramente i personaggi di una storia. Li sente.

Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you make the whole trip that way.

Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking

In the presence of my muse, I no longer NEEDED to draw.

Notice how the crucible of the story changes those who listen to it, those who are within it, and the person who is telling it, all at the same time.

Woden preserve me from the terminally stupid.

Suddenly he realized what was happening.

She wasn't wrong, which wasn't the same as the idea being a wise one.

What the theologian shrinks from, the poet grasps intuitively.

Dicey awoke the next morning with the sense that she was ready to solve problems, the way you often do, as if the time of sleep were a long journey to a distant country where alterations in geographical formations, in light, in ways of living, in language even, enable you to see your own world more clearly.

For even satire is a form of sympathy.

These sentences, evidently the ripened grain of many dark hours, took Gerald by surprise.