Quotes About Incomprehension

Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice. On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from.

I could fill a thousand pages telling you how I felt and still you would not understand. So now I leave without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground.

Behind this fake smile, is everything you'll never understand.

The brutality of the world lay beyond my understanding.

It may be prodigious, but it's all Greek to me!

You dislike your function. I don't understand how that is possible.

It is said that insanity is a logical response to an insane world. Maybe depression is in part simply a response to a life we don't really understand.

She thought it stupid of a woman to want to be understood by a man; the man (said Hanna) wants the woman to be a mystery, so that he can be inspired and excited by his own incomprehension.

Calling it lunacy makes it easier to explain away the things we don't understand.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn't understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

Elephants don't know anything about the world of ants; the peaks of mountains are oblivious of what is happening on the plains!

Puheesi on kuin kärpäsen surinaa korvissani.

He is in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knows Him not.

The more I think of it, the less I understand. All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it?— I don't know.

And yet, in some instances… No, I don't even know that… The more I think of it, the less I understand. All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it?— I don't know.

Now there is fame! Of all -- hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public -- fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

Oh, forget it," he says with feeling. "Nobody knows anything.

In other words," I said. "If someone asked you why you hang around that sadist, you'll say 'beats me.

There will be moments when you simply don't understand what is going on.