Quotes About Understanding

Maggie didn't realize she was

Here's to those who have seen us at our best, and seen us at our worst, and can't tell the difference!

Sawyer, darling, I've

you right now." "That won't be necessary. I'm on your side. Look, I have to leave. As you all know, Lizzie does not like to be kept waiting. So, we're good?" To everyone's surprise, Harry spoke first. "We're good. I think I speak for all of us." The others nodded. The webcam came to life. "Good decision, guys. Gotta go; some high rollers just blew in. Have to get the red carpet ready to roll out. Time is money. See ya!

He loved her. Had loved her the minute he set eyes on her. Had he been waiting for her to give him a sign, a clue, that she felt the same way. She'd told him that she loved his eyes, his smile, that she felt safe with him. Wasn't the man supposed to make the first move? But they were of different faiths. How could he expect her to know or understand what he was thinking if he didn't tell her? The playing field had to be level; only then did the game start.

If you want, I can be on the next plane out of here and be there by morning." "No, that isn't necessary. Talking

I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.

Erst wenn man einen Abschluss in Philosophie, einen in Soziologie und einen in Wirtschaft hat, merkt man, dass man eigentlich nur was von Elektrizität und vom Klempnern verstehen muss, um in der Welt rumzukommen.

Quien no ha tenido nunca un perro no sabe lo que es querer y ser querido» La frase es de Arthur Schopenhauer. Es una chorrada, pero es bonita.

Y son pocos y sabios quienes no se conmueven ante números, gráficos y porcentajes.

what has happened to us has happened to everyone or only us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood.

to know how to think with emotions and to feel with intellect…

Have you ever considered, beloved other, how invisible we are to each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside out self. The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe OUR meanings of other people's words.

Everything stated or expressed by man is a note in the margin of a completely erased text. From what's in the note we can extract the gist of what must have been in the text, but there's always a doubt, and the possible meanings are many.

To understand, I destroyed myself. To understand is to forget about loving. I know nothing more simultaneously false and telling than the statement by Leonardo da Vinci that we cannot love or hate something until we've understood it.

Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.

I believe in the World as in a daisy. Because I see it. But I don't think about it Because thinking is not understanding…

How confidently we believe in our interpretation of other people's words.

What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant

I believe in the world as in a daisy, Because I see it. But I don't think about it, Because to think is to not understand. The world wasn't made for us to think about it (To think is to have eyes that aren't well) But to look at it and to be in agreement.

Entre mim e a vida há um vidro ténue. Por mais nitidamente que eu veja e compreenda a vida, eu não lhe posso tocar.

Ser compreendido é prostituir-se.

But do my words ring in anyone else's soul? Does anyone hear them besides me?

Toda a compreensão é imperfeita porque, quanto mais se expande, em maiores fronteiras confina com o incompreensível que a cerca.