Quotes About Understanding

After all, Father, to understand their demonstration one doesn't have to be very intelligent: it's enough to have suffered.

I searched for something to say, since you always have to fall back on words to prevent silence from speaking too loudly..

On the whole, people are beginning to understand. Any fellow who's known war, fear, who thinks of his children and of the hydrogen tests, and of political oppression, is beginning to understand that the protection of nature concerns him directly. . .

There are those who have said about us, "What does she see in him?" or "What does he see in her?"; the usual sort of thing that only proves two people indeed see everything in each other.

Not that I had any intention of accosting him to propose any practical agreement. That would have demanded on Laura's part a degree of devotion, of understanding, a detached view of the purely animal act of love, such as could not be expected of so young a woman who was so subject conventions of comportment in a society that had always shown itself incapable of differentiating between love and sexuality.

L'odio si nutre di generalizzazioni.

Cookie avait fait quelque chose de tout à fait compréhensible, mais cela ne pouvait pas se communiquer. On ne peut pas mettre ça en mots. Les mots mentent comme ils respirent.

He had himself a certain sympathy for Morel; unfortunately, the man had not understood that the world of today was no longer capable of concerning itself with elephants. People had other preoccupations. They were no longer interested in anything except their own skins.

Could you let me hear more, without the usual scientific jargon? All this talk of 'antigravity' and 'antimatter' sounds like scientists' covering up a big, dark, uncomfortable gaping hole in their knowledge and understanding.

Tout ce que je veux dire, c'est que si les hommes cédaient toujours à ce qu'il y a en eux de plus humain, il y a longtemps qu'ils ne seraient plus des hommes.

On dit que l'amour est aveugle mais avec toi, qui sait, la cécité est peut-être une façon de voir...

I too have often felt the need to understand it all; but I know my limits. In my life I've done more suffering than thinking — though I believe one understands better that way.

Marc, are there moments when I'm making you unhappy? Are there? That's the real test. If I do, then you truly love me." "Now, that's strange logic." "It isn't either. Any good lay can make a man happy. You've had hundreds of women. How many of them had made you unhappy?" "None." "Then you've never loved before.

I wondered — and I finally reached the conclusion that the Lebanese was a man who was in love with life, and that his carefree, enormous laugh— head thrown back, eyes closed in a grimace of mirth — celebrated a perfect, a total understanding between the two, an agreement which nothing ever managed to disturb: happiness, in fact. A beautiful affair: life and Habib were inseparable.

Also, for the man, there is still one more loophole. If, by the grace of God, she's humble by nature and and ready to assume guilt, she might just think: 'I don't turn him on,' or 'He doesn't love me any longer.' And there it is, then understanding between the sexes, my friend. You can always blame it on her.

There is, of course, Niemen, in Switzerland, and Horsschitt, in Germany... It all depends on what you mean by 'love'.

But she could feel that behind his words there was something nice and rather odd — kind people are often odd, she had explained to Saint-Denis, and she had added, rather mysteriously: it can't be otherwise.

There must be a trick behind it, a dishonest trick, something crooked, something political, something they can understand. They're so used to sniffing at their own behinds that when someone wants to get a breath of fresh air, to turn at last to something different and more important, and threatened, something that's got to be saved at all costs, it's quite beyond them.

sokoote donafare adamaro beham nazdik mikone /

They were the only members of their family, and they were both humble, crushed, and thrust aside by life; they were united in sadness and tenderness by a bond of mutual pity and common suffering, borne in secret. With the Kraffts—robust, noisy, brutal, solidly built for living, and living joyously—these two weak, kindly creatures, out of their setting, so to speak, outside life, understood and pitied each other without ever saying anything about it.

VeÅ¡la mu do srdce dveÃ…â"¢mi jeho o?í; veÅ¡la tam celi?ká a dveÃ…â"¢e se za ní zavÃ…â"¢ely.

Discussion is impossible with someone who claims not to seek the truth, but already to possess it.

To understand everything is to hate nothing.

No one ever reads a book. He reads himself through books, either to discover or to control himself.