Thucydides Quotes

A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

I'm very impatient. I am. That's the bane of my game. I don't think about what I'm going to do - I just go hit it, I don't stop to wait and think. Costs me two shots a round.

Only a fool tests the depth of the water with both feet

Too great haste leads us to error.

There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge.

Thinking to get at once all the gold the goose could give, he killed it and opened it only to find-nothing.

The thinking of the world leads us to think shallowly and act too quickly.

A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.

I think I've had very knee-jerk emotional reactions to things, and sometimes I've said things without thinking. Being overly emotional clouded my judgment.

I'm one of those people that if you're told that if you put your hand in the fire, you'll burn your hand, I won't listen.

Haste trips up its own heels, fetters and stops itself.

By being impatient, matters are damaged and great works cannot be done

Acting without thinking is like shooting without aiming.

You have to be patient. I'm not!

What is this gypsy passion for separation, this readiness to rush off when we've just met? My head rests in my hands as I realize, looking into the night that no one turning over our letters has yet understood how completely and how deeply faithless we are, which is to say: how true we are to ourselves.

Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I've ever gained from being in a hurry. But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing.... Through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.

A single smile from her could make his entire being burn. One touch from her hand and he was undone. It was terrifying to think of how much power this one person had over him. How one single gesture from her could affect him so profoundly. (Sin thinking about Kat)

We live, understandably enough, with the sense of urgency; our clock, like Baudelaire's, has had the hands removed and bears the legend, "It is later than you think." But with us it is always a little too late for mind, yet never too late for honest stupidity; always a little too late for understanding, never too late for righteous, bewildered wrath; always too late for thought, never too late for naïve moralizing. We seem to like to condemn our finest but not our worst qualities by pitting them against the exigency of time.

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

Not necessarily narrow so much as impatient, intense.

I am not a person who is particularly patient with anyone so I am certainly not going to be patient with myself I think.

I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.

Men naturally warm and heady are transported with the greatest flush of good-nature.

Rushing into action, you fail. Trying to grasp things, you lose them. Forcing a project to completion, you ruin what was almost ripe.