Quotes About Understanding

insisted that a speaker must begin his message from where his hearers are, not where he is.

No one can love himself properly unless he knows why he is living. Love is useless when alone

I want to be ignorant of everything in the world — everything but You, dear Jesus. And then, by the strangest of strange paradoxes, I shall be wise!

If we start (as we must) at the bottom of the ladder, having compassion on all men, nothing that happens to others is foreign to us. Their grief is our grief, their poverty our poverty.

love needs no reasons. Sex asks science to defend it; love never asks "Why?" It says, "I love you." Love is its own reason.

One who cares for another assumes the weight of the other's condition on his own heart and bears it in love.

From my experience it is always well never to pay attention to what people say, but rather why they say it.

Internet friends are real friends

numbed brain a few seconds to process the information.

In fact, however, Calvin regarded predestination as logically inescapable but otherwise beyond human understanding and in practical terms not of great importance.

I sat staring at the carpet for the longest time, trying to put everything I'd learned into some sort of meaningful order, but it was like reading late at night, where three minutes in you realize you've read the same paragraph six times and still don't have any idea what it's about.

suffers fools

Thinking is, indeed, essentially the negation of that which is before us.

y el gozo que le produjo esa mujer, le había permitido entender por que los hombres tenían miedo a la muerte CIEN AÑOS DE SOLEDAD

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past. But when he stood at the railing of the ship... only then did he understand to what extent he had been an easy vicitim to the charitible deceptions of nostalgia.

It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run thru by a spear.

If men gave birth, they'd be less inconsiderate.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

He thought about his people without sentimentalily, with a strick closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated the most.

Siento que la conozco menos cuanto más la conozco. (Del amor y otros demonios).

The obscurity of the external world is a function of my own obscurity to myself; the world has no intrinsic obscurity. Should we say that it comes to the same thing in the end? We must ask up to what point this interior opacity is a result; is it not very largely the consequence of an act? and is not this act simply sin?

Je ne peux pas être vraiment en paix avec moi-même si je ne suis pas en paix avec mes frères.

Nous connaîtrions-nous seulement un peu nous-mêmes, sans les arts? Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?