Quotes About Insight

Laughter makes the bitter swallowing of truth, for some, a little easier.

Truth grew in my mind like a fungus, and though I tried to sleep it out, there was no resisting the epiphanies.

The first and last thing required of genius is the love of truth. [Ger., Das erste und letzte, was vom Genie gefordert wird, ist Wahreits-Liebe.]

The man of reflection discovers Truth; but the one who enjoys it and makes use of its heavenly gifts is the man of action.

We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.

Books aren't lumps of paper, but minds on shelves.

Art opens the fishiest eye . . .

Ageing is a process of exchanging hope for insight

The Arcade, and now Peabody's, combined to tell me that there was life in objects, in books. It was all about having eyes to see the true meaning of things. As Pike proved daily, books held a kind of magic, an apparent as well as a hidden value.

I read Borges, Jorge Luis Borges. He think he too good for me, but I love him . . . he was a blind man who see better than anyone

A book was like a drawer: one opened it and notions flew out.

You might want to consider the whole thing from a man's perspective. One's own point of view, Rosemary, is inevitably limited.

A man knows which woman will give in to last-minute requests.

As Simone de Beauvoir observed, we must prefer to fathom rather than flatter ourselves.

The woman was a holy terror: the sweetest face, the pillowiest bosom, and a perspicacity that stripped a man naked in seconds.

Mrs. Watson radiated such warmth and goodwill, it was difficult not to exclaim with pleasure in her company: One felt seen and understood. Whereas in Holmes's company, one felt seen through and analyzed.

Adversity didn't improve everyone—or the world would be filled with men and women of flawless character and sublime insight.

There is a rich literature on how to break out of quandary thinking. It suggests that sometimes it helps to turn from the abstract to the concrete.

When I interview candidates, I like to go where they live, so I can see them in their environment, not just in mind.

Underestimation has its uses.

I notice things.

knowledge without wisdom is a clear and present danger

Poets, essayists, chroniclers, wags, and wise men write often about death ut have rarely seen it. Physicians and nurses, who see it often, rarely write about it.

I don't know what I shall do. I just want to go away and look at people and think.