Best 2088 quotes in «genius quotes» category

I cannot live to hear the news from England. But I do prophesy th' election lights On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice. So tell him, with th' occurents, more and less, Which have solicited - the rest is silence.

I can’t overstate how little I knew about myself at 22, or how little I’d thought about what I was doing. When I graduated from college I genuinely believed that the creative life was the apex of human existence, and that to work at an ordinary office job was a betrayal of that life, and I had to pursue that life at all costs. Management consulting, law school, med school, those were fine for other people — I didn’t judge! — but I was an artist. I was super special. I was sparkly. I would walk another path. And I would walk it alone. That was another thing I knew about being an artist: You didn’t need other people. Other people were a distraction. My little chrysalis of genius was going to seat one and one only.

Ideas are the currency of innovation.

I'd like to be in love like this description, wouldn't you? ...they moved among the carriages, the crowds, the noise, oblivious of everything but themselves, hearing nothing, as if they had been walking together in the country on a bed of dead leaves.

I didn't know how you'd get us out of that last one. But you did. You were good.

I don't trust anybody who isn't a little bit neurotic

I don't often agree with me either; there's much, in fact, with which I disagree. But that's probably because I'm so dashed ingenious that I haven't a clue what I'm saying.

If a great mansion is located in a wrong environment, it loses its real value! So it is, when a great and true genius fails to get the right stage, its real value is least seen!

If a bird does not bring out all of the songs on its heart, all its symphonies die inside.

I enjoy the fantastic and the sheer excitement of having a sheet of white paper and a pen in one’s hand and no dictator on earth can say what word I put down – I put down what I want to put down.

If you know that I am genius Then know that you made me genius Everyone don't accept me as genius Because they aren't genius to belief me as genius

If imaginations has no limits why can't humans imagine God's image when he created everything?

If every Genius has a touch of Madness, does every Normal person have a touch of Ignorance ?

If genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration, then as a culture we tend to lionize the one percent.

If I wanted you to understand, I would have explained it better ~ Aarush Kashyap

If it sounds good, it is good.

If records refuse to be broken, shatter them.

If the sky was the limit, stars would not light our way to the edge of the universe.

If you constantly look stupid somewhere, you might be a genius but in the wrong place. Average minds fit in anywhere, It’s intelligence that doesn’t fit.

If you have a spark of genius, kindle it until it becomes a flame.

If you press grapes, wine will pour out; if you crush roses, perfume will pour out; if you afflict the talented, genius will pour out.

If you're the only one that can see the genius in you, It's best you revisit the drawing board.

If you're not a smart worker, it's about how hard you work double the amount from the heart; if you're not a hard worker, it's about how smart you work but times two from the brain.

If you want to be a genius, it's easy: All you gotta say is, "Everything stinks." Then, you're never wrong. That's how much of a genius I am! That's how I got to where I am today!

If you wish success in life, make perseverance you bosom friend, experience your wise councellor, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius.

I had often said that I would write, the wives of geniuses I have sat with. I have sat with so many. I have sat with wives who were not wives, of geniuses who were real geniuses. I have sat with real wives of geniuses who were not real geniuses. In short, I have sat very often and very long with many wives and wives of many geniuses.' Gertrude Stein wrote this in the voice of her partner, Alice B. Toklas, Stein being apparently the genius, Alice apparently the wife. 'I am nothing,' Alice said after Gertrude dies, 'but a memory of her.' ...the flashing blues and red made him look ill, then well, then ill again...

I have breathed on shadows, as one breathes into a soap bubble, to give it breadth and life. I did it because I had to, because human beings cannot live without history, and I have no history or tradition that is not located in a pale, aggressive body lying in the dirt, or hanging from a tree. How cruel it is to live in a community of two. I used to crouch on the floor, with my bedroom door open a crack so that I could peer out, and watch the lamplight on his motionless shoulders as he read, just to feel that another person was alive. I stole his papers in order to feel that I was not alone. I went through his cabinet. (I found nothing there but pencils, lamp oil, and thread.) I read all his books and tried, in my clumsy way, to debate them with him. What is the difference between a genius and a monster?

If you realise and accept your mistakes, faults, and wrongdoings, it is the exact way, to recognising, getting and finding yourself, when it happens, you are a genius person too.

If you want the truth from someone, just make them angry.

If you want to be a genius, it's easy: All you gotta say is, 'Everything stinks.' Then, you're never wrong.

If you want to win, drop the past trends. Genius creates new trends and the crowd follows the past.

I have never seen genius without a touch of madness... and vice versa.

I have yet to see a genius or a hero who, if stuck with a burning match, would feel less pain than his undistinguished average brother.

I... I don't, I don't think I can do this." "Do what?" It didn't answer. "Do the tests?" "I can't work with you when you're like this!" it blurted. "To every one of my specimens, I am the last thing they see! Terrror is what I am used to-- terror is what I like! I prefer my subjects to scream and beg, not ask to see results!" "I'll scream my questions, if that helps." "It won't," it said sadly. "I'll know you're only trying to make me feel better.

[January 1944] As to this country, I have been lecturing now for three years to the troops and their attitude is the same. They don’t believe in concentration camps, they don’t believe in the starved children of Greece, in the shot hostages of France, in the mass-graves of Poland; they have never heard of Lidice, Treblinka or Belzec; you can convince them for an hour, then they shake themselves, their mental self-defence begins to work and in a week the shrug of incredulity has returned like a reflex temporarily weakened by a shock. Clearly all this is becoming a mania with me and my like. Clearly we must suffer from some morbid obsession, whereas the others are healthy and normal. But the characteristic symptom of maniacs is that they lose contact with reality and live in a phantasy world. So perhaps it is the other way around: perhaps it is we, the screamers, who react in a sound and healthy way to the reality which surrounds us, whereas you are the neurotic, who totter about in a screamed phantasy world because you lack the faculty to face the facts! Were it not so, this war would have been avoided, and those murdered within sight of your daydreaming eyes would still be alive!

I knew it was coming. I knew they didn't have the nerve. Three days in and they've got faces like vexed tomatoes, their skins flaking sci-fi style: burnt to fuck. They were an embarrassment; not only to me and the wife and The Fall fans but to their own generation.

« Il dit résolument : « Je ne venais point vous voir parce que cela valait mieux. » Elle demanda, sans comprendre : « Comment ? Pourquoi ? – Pourquoi ? Vous ne devinez pas. – Non, pas du tout. – Parce que je suis amoureux de vous... oh ! un peu, rien qu’un peu... et que je ne veux pas le devenir tout à fait... » Elle ne parut ni étonnée, ni choquée, ni flattée ; elle continuait à sourire du même sourire indifférent, et elle répondit avec tranquillité : « Oh ! vous pouvez venir tout de même. On n’est jamais amoureux de moi longtemps. » Il fut surpris du ton plus encore que des paroles, et il demanda : « Pourquoi ? – Parce que c’est inutile et que je le fais comprendre tout de suite. Si vous m’aviez raconté plus tôt votre crainte, je vous aurais rassuré et engagé au contraire à venir le plus possible. » Il s’écria, d’un ton pathétique : « Avec ça qu’on peut commander aux sentiments ! » Elle se tourna vers lui : « Mon cher ami, pour moi un homme amoureux est rayé du nombre des vivants. Il devient idiot, pas seulement idiot, mais dangereux. Je cesse, avec les gens qui m’aiment d’amour, ou qui le prétendent, toute relation intime, parce qu’ils m’ennuient d’abord, et puis parce qu’ils me sont suspects comme un chien enragé qui peut avoir une crise. Je les mets donc en quarantaine morale jusqu’à ce que leur maladie soit passée. Ne l’oubliez point. Je sais bien que chez vous l’amour n’est autre chose qu’une espèce d’appétit, tandis que chez moi ce serait, au contraire, une espèce de... de... de communion des âmes qui n’entre pas dans la religion des hommes. Vous en comprenez la lettre, et moi l’esprit. Mais... regardez-moi bien en face... » Elle ne souriait plus. Elle avait un visage calme et froid et elle dit en appuyant sur chaque mot : « Je ne serai jamais, jamais votre maîtresse, entendez-vous. Il est donc absolument inutile, il serait même mauvais pour vous de persister dans ce désir... Et maintenant que... l’opération est faite... voulez-vous que nous soyons amis, bons amis, mais là, de vrais amis, sans arrière-pensée ? » Il avait compris que toute tentative resterait stérile devant cette sentence sans appel. Il en prit son parti tout de suite, franchement, et, ravi de pouvoir se faire cette alliée dans l’existence, il lui tendit les deux mains : « Je suis à vous, madame, comme il vous plaira. » » (de « Bel-Ami » par Guy de Maupassant)

Il genio è un africano che vede in sogno la neve.

I lived between my music and books, on the whole a rather unwholesome life for a boy to lead. I dwelt in a world of imagination, of dreams and air castles--the kind of atmosphere that sometimes nourishes a genius, more often men unfitted for the practical struggles of life.

I'll become exactly the tool you want me to be, said Ender silently, but at least I wont be fooled into it. I'll do it because I choose to, not because you tricked me, you sly bastard.

I'll go from world to world until I find a time and place where you can come awake in safety. And I'll tell your story to my people, so that perhaps in time the can forgive you, too. The way that you've forgiven me.

I mean, Tarantino is such a SHMUCK 90 percent of the time. But ten percent of the time, I've seen genius shining off the guy.

I love writing and can't imagine not being able to do it. I want an easy life and if it had been difficult doing it I wouldn't be doing it. I do admire writers who do it even though it costs them.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution.

Majestatis naturæ by ingenium (Genius equal to the majesty of nature.) [Inscribed ordered by King Louis XV for the base of a statue of Buffon placed at Muséum National d’Histoire Naturelle de Paris.]

Imhotep never attended university, but was the father of medicine. Nimrod never attended military academy, but was the father of conquests. Noah never attended seminary, but was the father of prophecy. Guru Nanak never attended university, but inestimable admire him. Mohammed never attended university, but innumerable honor him. Buddha never attended university, but incalculable praise him. King David never attended university, but numberless respect him. King Solomon never attended university, but endless celebrate him. King Jesus never attended university, but countless worship Him.

I'm not genius, but my idea can make you genius

I'm realizing that some of my greatest (or at least most determined) genius lies in my ability to procrastinate.

Incredibly intelligent people always seem odd to those who are not as sharp.

In a world full of daisies dare to be a rose.