Quotes About Understanding

As if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

Gat almost always saw, though. When blood dripped on my bare feet or poured over the book I was reading, he was kind. He wrapped my wrists in soft white gauze and asked me questions about what had happened...as if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person...I am not talking about fate. I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural. I just mean we understood each other. All the way.

You're such an ass, Gat," says Johnny kindly.

She wanted him to know his children and grandchildren were still around him, strong and merry as ever. It was important, she said; it was kind; it was best. Don't cause distress, she said. Don't remind people of a loss. "Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

We have to forget a little bit before we can forgive; when we no longer experience the pain as fresh, the insult is easier to forgive.

I am not talking about fate. I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural. I just mean we understood each other. All the way.

It was important, she said; it was kind; it was best. Don't cause distress, she said. Don't remind people of a loss. "Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

I am a more powerful person than my mother will ever know. I have trespassed against her and helped her, too.

What?" Frankie didn't think it was a word. She thought it was—she thought it was what she'd later call a "neglected positive.

I bled on him and he didn't mind

It's okay,' I say to Johnny. 'You're not feeble. You merely had a suboptimal moment. I'm sure you'll be optimal from now on.

The world, he believed, is a globe of men who are trying to reach one another and can best do so by the help of goodwill plus culture and intelligence.

One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?

Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been.

Standing each by his monster, they looked at each other, and smiled

He was interested in the sudden friendship between two women so apparently dissimilar as Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish. They were always in each other's company, with Lucy a slighted third. Miss Lavish he believed he understood, but Miss Bartlett might reveal unknown depths of strangeness, though not, perhaps, of meaning.

Unless we remember we cannot understand

Before we can be confident we are reading the Bible accurately, we need to understand what assumptions and values we project onto the Bible:

all questions of interpretation are, in the end, questions about application,

We like to say that generalizations are always wrong and usually helpful.

We can easily forget that Scripture is a foreign land and that reading the Bible is a crosscultural experience.

when we project our own cultural mores onto the original audience of the Bible, we may fail to apply the Bible correctly in our own lives.