A Quote by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.

Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

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Dusk Falling Minerva Only Owl Wings

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Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
German - Philosopher
August 27, 1770 - November 14, 1831

As Hegel put it, only when it is dark does the owl of Minerva begin its flight. Only in extinction is the collector comprehend.

Walter Benjamin

Understanding is always in some sense retrospective, which is what Hegel meant by remarking that the owl of Minerva flies only at night.

Terry Eagleton

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

John Gay

In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at the dusk--he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him-- All mock him outright, by day: But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl!

Bryan Procter

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.

Chanakya

Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.

Samuel Beckett

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

George Meredith

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

Patricia Highsmith

The ignorant hath an Eagles wings, and an Owles eyes. [The ignorant hath an eagle's wings and an owl's eyes.]

George Herbert

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

Mary E. Pearson

Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.