Quotes About Understanding

When you come to any passage you don't understand, read it again: if you still don't understand it, read it again: if you fail, even after three readings, very likely your brain is getting a little tired. In that case, put the book away, and take to other occupations, and next day, when you come to it fresh, you will very likely find that it is quite easy.

I'm older than you, and must know better." And this Alice would not allow, without knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its age, there was no more to be said.

Cuando yo utilizo una palabra significa lo que yo quiero que signifique, ni más ni menos.

Si tú crees en mí, yo creeré en ti. ¿No es un buen trato?

Study your wife closely, for the next four-and-twenty hours. If your good lady doesn't exhibit something in the shape of a contradiction in that time, Heaven help you!—you have married a monster.

It is in our genes to understand the universe if we can, to keep trying even if we cannot, and to be enchanted by the act of learning all the way.

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

I'm sorry,' he says simply. 'People make mistakes, Gemma. We take the wrong action for the right reasons, and the right action for the wrong reasons.

I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.

People aren't always what you want them to be

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.

I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father- The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl. He sounds bitter and sad. If the world will not forgive me, I say softly, I shall have to learn to forgive myself. He nods in understanding. And how will you marry? Or do you intend to marry? I think of Kartik, and tears threaten. I shall meet someone one day, as Mother found you.

Meraa mitra yahaan aaiye, he murmurs. I understand only a little Hindi, enough to know what he has said: Come here, my friend. I've never known a braver girl, he says.

You don't know me, dude, he says, not smiling this time. Gonzo examines his cards, prepping for his next move. People always think that they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel ****ed up for no reason at all.

Learn to master yourself-to understand both your fears and your desires. That's the key to magic. Then, no one shall have any hold over you. Remember... the magic (sic)... is a living thing, joined to whomever it touches and changed by them as well... You must come to know everything-even your darkest corners. Especially those...Everything has its price.

There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another...

we're in English class, which for most of us is an excruciating exercise in staying awake through the great classics of literature. These works-- groundbreaking, incendiary, timeless-- have been pureed by the curriculum monsters into a digestible pabulum of themes and factoids we can spew back on a test. Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.

Mom's crying a bit, quietly, the way she always does. She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop. I squeeze Mom's hand and she squeezes back. I don't say anything, but at least she knows I've heard her. (Going Bovine)

It was funny how one afternoon with a best friend could set a girl right.

For once, Evie didn't know what to say. She hadn't really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.

The library card is a passport to wonders and miracles, glimpses into other lives, religions, experiences, the hopes and dreams and strivings of ALL human beings, and it is this passport that opens our eyes and hearts to the world beyond our front doors, that is one of our best hopes against tyranny, xenophobia, hopelessness, despair, anarchy, and ignorance.