Quotes About Understanding

What I realized about the dreamland, however, was the power it once held simply by being withheld from me. It created yearning—and also purpose. It demanded the best of me to meet my purpose: diligence, intelligence, and an understanding of

I remember the day when I finally knew a genuine thought and could follow where it went.

We listened patiently to Lester, words skittering out of his mouth like cartoon dogs on fresh-waxed linoleum, frantically going nowhere.

Sólo recuerdas lo que quieres recordar. Sólo sabes lo que tu corazón te permite saber.

Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worst possible thing.

It doesn't matter, I say, and I start to pick up the broken glass shards. I knew it would happen. Then why you don't stop it? asks my mother. And it's such a simple question.

She didn't understand people who thrived on argument and being right all the time. Her mother was that way, and what did that get her? Nothing but unhappiness, dissatisfaction, and anger.

He simply translated what was in LuLing's heart: her better intentions, her hopes.

No one ever asks about the language.

Those were the reasons we both knew how deep love was, the shared pain that would outlast any pain we caused each other.

But how can anyone truly understand another's suffering unless he has felt the wound being made and the moment trust died?

I watch them continue to argue, although perhaps it is not arguing. They are remembering together, dreaming together.

If you live with a cripple, you will learn to limp. —Plutarch

Las personas libres jamás podrán concebir lo que los libros significan para quienes vivimos encerrados.

La hoja es mucho más paciente que los seres humanos.

El amor no se puede forzar

Tengo más experiencia que los demás, he vivido algo que casi nadie conoce a mi edad

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

We don't see people as they are. We see people as we are.