Quotes About Understanding

If you want to understand your parents more, get them to talk about their own childhood; and if you listen with compassion, you will learn where their fears and rigid patterns come from. Those people who "did all that stuff to you" were just as frightened and scared as you are.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable...

Her alanda as?l yenilgi unutmakt?r, özellikle de sizi neyin gebertmiÅŸ olduÄŸunu unutmak,insanlar?n ne derece h?rt olduklar?n? asla anlayamadan gebermektir.

He had the same trouble as all intellectuals—he was ineffectual. He knew too many things, and they confused him.

Ce qu'est beau dans le monde animal c'est qu'ils savent sans se dire, tout et tout !... et de très loin ! à vitesse-lumière !... nous avec la tête pleine de mots, effrayant le mal qu'on se donne pour s'emberlifiquer en pire ! plus rien savoir !... tout barafouiller, rien saisir !... si on se l'agite! la grosse nénette !... pas un mili d'onde !... tout nous frise !... file !...

Rolul ling?ului admirator e aproape singurul în care oamenii se îndur? unii pe alÅ£ii cu oarecare pl?cere.

Sophie, as I'd noticed on other occasions, needed time to get her emotions started. Not that she was cold. When it hit her, it was like a ton of bricks, but she needed time.

You need a heart and a certain amount of knowledge to go further than other people.

You'll never get a family to understand that a man, related to them or not, is nothing but suspended putrefaction … No family will pay bills for suspended putrefaction …" For

Sonuçta savaÅŸ dediÄŸiniz ÅŸey, anlamad???n?z ne varsa odur

Kindred spirits stayed. They helped each other through it all. They understood that love was nothing less than a miracle, through all the days of all the years.

She couldn't make someone—Jonathan—understand what she was going through if he wasn't ready to understand.

How couldn't he understand what happened, how death could make one person take to bed and another person sit on a rock

knew I had a choice—I could fight him on his statement, stand up for myself and say it was hard to be understanding of someone who flew off the handle so easily.

liked the way Jane smiled at her—as if Jane was looking for and seeing the very best in Chloe. Not like teachers, always correcting you, trying to improve you, and not like parents, just waiting for you to do the next wrong thing, so they could shake their heads and let you know how disappointed they were in you. . . .

Jane seemed to just like her. She liked her without wanting anything in return:

Never judge your friends by what makes them different," she had said. "Gender, color, none of that matters. It's who they—and you—are inside that counts.

Kids like that, who've had too much adversity young, have a real uphill battle. Quinn tries so hard, but she's something of a lost soul… she needs us to understand her." Rumer nodded.

Kids like that, who've had too much adversity young, have a real uphill battle. Quinn tries so hard, but she's something of a lost soul… she needs us to understand her.

Being so open requires a sort of innocence. A hope—no, more than a hope . . . a conviction that the world was safe, that people were good. That life was a gift, and nothing moved except as a positive power. Bad things happened—attacks, violence, crimes—yes, unfortunately they did. But they could always be explained and therefore, eventually, understood—so they wouldn't have to happen again. So the people who did them could be helped, and could change.

Stevie wanted to find the right words, to comfort the child. She wanted to ask what had happened to Emma. But she felt constrained, afraid she would say something wrong. Her own mother had died when she was young, and she remembered a world of adults who meant well but just seemed to make everything worse.

That some things we're not supposed to know. We have to look as hard as we can, then know when it's time to give up. That's the time we have to lay the whole thing to rest.

Some adults would never understand what childhood could be. The ones who had grown up happy and loved, who had never seen their parents hurt, who had most of what they needed: Those adults couldn't know.

For Sam, growing up as worried about food and rent as his mother was, angry that everyone else had more than him, childhood hadn't been easy. His school pictures were hard to look at—he could see the worry and pain in his face, the tension in his posture. It took a hard-luck kid to know