Fingers Quote by Confucius Download Open image “When a wise man points at the moon the imbecile examines the finger.” — Confucius ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fingers Imbeciles Intelligence Men Moon Wisdom Wise Wise man
“A wise man pointing a moon with his finger, an idiot just look his finger.....” — Helene Koloway Copy Share Image
When the Wise man points at the moon... the idiot looks at the finger... — Avinash Wandre Copy Share Image
“When you point a finger at the moon to indicate the moon, instead of looking at the moon,the stupid ones look at your finger.” — Mao Tse-tung Copy Share Image
When the sage points at the moon, all that the idiot sees is the finger. — Anthony de Mello Copy Share Image
To point at the moon a finger is needed, but woe to those who take the finger for the moon. — D.T. Suzuki Copy Share Image
I am a finger pointing to the moon. Don't look at me; look at the moon. — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
When finger point at moon, don't look at finger or you'll miss the moon. — Bruce Lee Copy Share Image
When you point to the moon, what do you see in front of your finger; Your task is to feel, not to think, when… — Bruce Lee Copy Share Image
A finger points at the moon, but the moon is not at the tip of the finger. Words points at the truth, but the… — Huineng Copy Share Image
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Attack the evil that is within yourself, rather than attacking the evil that is in others. — Confucius Copy Share Image
In ancient times, those who wished to illuminate the world with virtue first brought order to their nations. Wishing to order well their nations,… — Confucius Copy Share Image
Better than the one who knows what is right is the one who loves what is right. — Confucius Copy Share Image
Knowledge is merely brilliance in organization of ideas and not wisdom. The truly wise person goes beyond knowledge. — Confucius Copy Share Image
I live in a very small house, but my windows look out on a very large world. — Confucius Copy Share Image
To rule a country of a thousand chariots, there must be reverent attention to business, and sincerity; economy in expenditure, and love for men;… — Confucius Copy Share Image
Does Heaven ever speak? The four seasons come and go, and all creatures thrive and grow. Does Heaven ever speak! — Confucius Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things. — Fergus Henderson Copy Share Image
The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the… — Ida B. Wells Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse. — William Ralph Inge Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
[Sport officials] blocked their support of us. But those individuals [ Muhammad Ali, the Jim Browns, the Bill Russells, Kareem Abdul Jabbar ] were… — John Carlos Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image