Quotes About Insight

It's amazing what some people read into songs.

The head has no answers, and the heart has no questions, Jack would say." Quoting his teacher and good friend Jack Kakakaway

Teachings come from everywhere when you open yourself to them. That's the trick of it really, to open yourself to everything and everything opens itself to you.

Watching the morning break, I realize again that darkness doesn't kill the light—it defines it.

Many's the man/ who thought himself wise/ but what he needed/ he did not know...

He who is unaware of his ignorance will only be misled by his knowledge.

He that is not aware of his ignorance, will be only misled by his knowledge.

He who is not aware of his ignorance will only be misled by his knowledge.

Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.

He is prudent who can listen in silence, who can take advice so as to gain a more precise, clear, and complete knowledge of the facts.

It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.

I see,' she said. And when would she ever learn to stop saying 'I see' about things she didn't see at all?

And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

You look confused," said Adrian. I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things." He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it.

Who knows more about male weakness: you or me? Use my knowledge, Sage.

Not true," said Adrian. "All guys mean the same thing when they want to 'get to know a girl better.' You're a wellbred young lady, so I understand why you'd be too innocent to understand. Good thing you've got me here to interpret.

You should know better.? ?I?ve never known better,? he countered. ?You should know that.

Weirdly, an image of Adrian's Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.

How was it that Adrian Ivashkov, who never seemed to take anything seriously was the only one among these "responsible" people who paid attention to such small details? How was he the only one to really understand the magnitude of what I was feeling?

I'm sure. But it doesn't work with me. for one thing, you won't look me in the eye. As for the other...I don't know. I can just tell.

She laughed softly. "Therapy isn't so much about what I think as you do." "Then why do it at all?" "Because we don't always know what it is we're thinking or feeling. When you have a guide, it's easier to figure things out. You'll often discover that you already know what to do. I can help you ask questions and go places you mihgt not have on your own." "Well, you're good at the qujestion part." I noted dryly.

Insane is such an ugly word, a voice in my head said. Think of it as obtaining a new look at reality.

We take everything for granted, but when I'm with Angeline, I see the world through new eyes. She makes my world better. It's why she's so great.

I've heard that the soul often recognizes truth when it hears it, even if the mind does not.