Quotes About Insight

Smart beyond your years. There are places for a boy like you.

He that knows all that Learning ever writ, knows only this -- that he knows nothing yet.

On est très loin de comprendre ce que c'est d'être aveugle, quand on ferme les yeux.

Though perhaps what has changed are the eyes that see it

To close your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness.

A good journal entry—like a good song, or sketch, or photograph—ought to break up the habitual and lift away the film that forms over the eye, the finger, the tongue, the heart.

So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?

Fox as Hedgehog

Every man's life, he realized suddenly, was to some degree a journey into the unknown, undertaken to understand himself.

People don't always tell you what they are thinking. They just see to it that you don't advance in life.

We only see what we want to see.

There are two worlds. The world you understand and the world you don't. These worlds exist side by side, sometimes only centimeters apart, and the great majority of people spend their entire lives in one without being aware of the other. It's like living in one side of a mirror: you think there is nothing on the other side until one day a switch is thrown and suddenly the mirror is transparent. You see the other side.

One can think of the truth as eine vertiefung – a sort of deep valley which may not be visible from a distance but which will come upon you quite suddenly. There are many ways to arrive there.

If you've ever read the French philosopher Alain Badiou, you'll know that he defines jokes as a type of rupture that opens up truths.

Fiction merely allows us a glimpse of the alternative.

The most obvious conclusions are the ones I try to avoid.

could imagine Akira Anno and Alain Badiou together, talking into the small hours. I'm sure it would have been a barrel of laughs.

There was something quite animalistic about Hawthorne. The closer he got to the truth, the more you could see it in his eyes, in the way he sat, in the very contours of his skin.

But if she'd known him better, she might have been a little less curt with him. I saw the anger stirring in his eyes and it made me think of a crocodile rising from the mud.

She actually found it on the first page.

could hear his voice. "Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas…

Show Holmes a drop of water and he would deduce the existence of the Atlantic. Show it to me and I would look for a tap. That was the difference between us.

When solving problems, dig at the roots instead of just hacking at the leaves.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.