Quotes About Understanding

The root of all dissention between friends is the quality of idealism contained in it.

Just that divine understanding and unique responsiveness and clairvoyance, the match to my mind.

I want the key, the key to the lies." "Passion and violence never opened a human being." "What opens human beings?" "Compassion.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

Ich liebe dein Schweigen, es ist wie meines. Du bist das einzige Wesen, in dessen Gegenwart ich mich wegen meines eigenen Schweigens nicht beunruhigt fühle. Du besitzt ein ungestümes Schweigen, man fühlt, dass es von Inhalten erfüllt ist. Es ist seltsam lebendiges Schweigen, wie der geöffnete Deckel eines Brunnens, aus dem man das geheimnisvolle Murmeln der Erde vernehmen kann.

It doesn't matter what you said that night. I want you from me to have the experience of being loved.) [Anaïs]

el amor entre mujeres es un refugio y un escape hacia la armonía. En el amor entre hombre y mujer hay resistencia y conflicto, dos mujeres no se juzgan mutuamente, no se embrutecen mutuamente, no buscan nada que ridiculizar. Se rinden al sentimentalismo, a la comprensión mutua, al romanticismo. Ese amor es la muerte, lo admito.

Wir sehen die Dinge nicht, wie sie sind. Wie sehen sie, wie wir sind.

I must revert again to the perpetual theme: in the criticism of Melville & Whitman, and even Poe, Lawrence revealed a magnificent force, an understanding beyond all criticism heretofore known. The roughness & simplicity, the apparent laziness of it is disarming. Underneath tho' a terrible power & penetration.)

You . . . make me laugh talking about Casanova. You don't know yet what men are like, pardon.

Él cuenta con que yo entenderé, porque yo, como él, soy escritora. He de saber. Debe estar claro para mí. Para su sorpresa, le digo exactamente lo que tú dices: «No es lo mismo.» Hay un mundo eternamente cerrado para él, el mundo que contiene nuestras conversaciones abstractas, nuestros besos, nuestros éxtasis.

On se penetre non par les sensations mais par la pensée, I wonder.

No es de extrañar que yo observe su vida y me dé cuenta de que la mía nunca se parecerá a la de él, porque la mía la retiene el pensamiento.

Además, dado que es inteligente, comprende que a aquellos que son como yo no se les puede seducir sin ilusión. Y él no puede molestarse en crear ilusiones.

En mí todo es o bien adoración y pasión, o bien lástima y comprensión. Raramente odio, si bien, cuando lo hago, odio atrozmente.

To love anything, to appreciate anything, one has to live with it. Otherwise it has no meaning, no beauty.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously

I always try to soften what happened by understanding.

We carefully observe and watch the happenings of the entire world without realizing they are projections of our inner selves.

We give to our friends only a small part of ourselves. In the climate of love another being emerges.

But in life, we cannot always obtain from the lover a full image or revelation of what he sees in his loved one. It remains hidden from our eyes. Because love not only can detect a potential, aun unborn personality, a buried one, a disguised one, but also bring it into reality.

Every other illness is understood, shared with other human beings. Not this one. It is mysterious and solitary, it is as ineffectual and unmoving to others as the attempted crying out of a mute person. Everybody understands hunger, physical pain, illness, poverty, slavery. But no one understands that this moment at which I crossed the street is more annhiliating than a concrete catastrophe. Anxiety is a woman screaming without a voice, out of a nightmare.

No one but a woman in love ever sees the maximum of men's greatness.