Quotes About Understanding

El amor requiere posesión, mas no sabe qué es la posesión. Si yo no soy mío, ¿cómo puedo ser tuyo, o tú mía? Si no poseo mi propio ser, ¿cómo podría poseer un ser ajeno? Si ya soy diferente de aquél de quien soy idéntico, ¿cómo seré idéntico de aquél de quien ya soy diferente? El amor es un misticismo que exige practicarse, una imposibilidad que es sólo soñada como debiendo ser posible.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.

Teach nothing, for you still have everything to learn.

Se te queres despedir Não te despidas de mim, Que eu não posso consentir Que tu me trates assim.

We never love anyone. We love only our idea of what someone is like. We love an idea of our own; in short, it is ourselves that we love.

Quien no ve bien una palabra , no puede ver bien un alma.

Have you ever thought, O Other, how invisible we are to each other? Have you already pondered how little we know each other? We see each other and do not see each other. We hear each other, and we each hear only a voice inside us. The words of others are errors in our hearing, shipwrecks in our understanding. How confidently we believe in our interpretation of other people's words.

Only the idea can fathom reality without getting ruined.

Creio no mundo como num malmequer, Porque o vejo. Mas não penso nele Porque pensar é não compreender... O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele (Pensar é estar doente dos olhos) Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo... Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos... Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é, Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso, Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar...

To understand, I destroyed myself.

Nadie comprende a otro. Somos, como dijo el poeta, islas en el mar de la vida.

Nessuno ama un altro, ama soltanto/ ciò che di sé c'è in lui, o che suppone.

Nunca amamos a alguien. Amamos, tan sólo, la idea que nos hacemos de alguien. Es a un concepto nuestro –en suma, es a nosotros mismo– a quien amamos.

To reach the truth we lack both the necessary facts and the intellectual processes that could exhaust all possible interpretations of those facts.

El gozo de ser comprendido no puede disfrutarlo quien quiere ser comprendido, porque eso sólo les sucede a los complejos y a los incomprendidos; y los demás, los sencillos, los que pueden ser comprendidos por los demás, ésos nunca sienten el deseo de ser comprendidos.

One can see only what one has already seen.

Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo. E não do tamanho da minha altura...

No one understands anyone else.

Hours of ashen wit, days of spatial longing, inner centuries of outer landscapes … And we did not ask ourselves what it was for, because we took pleasure in knowing that it wasn't for anything.

These people are more bearable when they describe, since in describing they forget themselves.

Other people's understanding of us is made up of so many complex misunderstandings. Anyone who wants to be understood will never know the delight of being understood, because this happens only to the complex and misunderstood; simple souls, the ones whom other people can understand, never feel a desire to be understood.

To explain is to disbelieve.

253. … the sacred instinct of having no theories … 254

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