Quotes About Understanding

Nobody knew him as I did; nobody could appreciate him as I did; nobody could love him as I—could.

And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think and feel?' I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.

You prefer her faults to other people's perfection.

And so you prefer her faults to other people's perfections?

When we had surmounted the acclivity, I was about to withdraw my arm from his, but by a slight tightening of the elbow was tacitly informed that such was not his will, and accordingly desisted.

There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.' 'Then

No matter. There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.

He cannot endure Rachel, because he knows she has a proper appreciation of him.

And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think or feel? I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.

I hate talking when there is no exchange of ideas or sentiments, and no good given or received

I can feel for anyone that is unjustly treated...and I can feel for those that injure them too.

It may seem a hard matter," says he, "to love our neighbours, who have so much of what is evil about them, and whose faults so often awaken the evil that lingers within ourselves; but remember that he made them, and he loves them; and whosoever loveth him that begat, loveth him that is begotten also.

There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.

What is God?—I cannot see Him or hear Him.—God is only an idea." '"God is Infinite Wisdom, and Power, and Goodness—and Love;

É possível olhar nos olhos de alguém, ver o coração da pessoa e descobrir mais sobre a altura, a largura e a profundidade de sua alma em uma hora do que em uma vida inteira, se o outro não estiver disposto a revelá-la ou se você não tiver a inteligência de compreender o que vê.

but if I hate the sins I love the sinner

We do not always like the people we love- we do not always have that choice.

I am interested in silences

Timothy Dunnigan: The kinds of metaphorical language that we use to describe the Hmong say far more about us, and our attachment to our own frame of reference, than they do about the Hmong.

The kinds of metaphorical language that we use to describe the Hmong say far more about us, and our attachment to our own frame of reference, than they do about the Hmong." So much for the Perambulating Postbox Theory.

I remember having a little bit of a feeling of awe at how differently we looked at the world. It was very foreign to me that they had the ability to stand firm in the face of an expert opinion.

For me, literature is a way of enlarging myself by learning about people who are not like me.

I confess I didn't totally get it. We understand the world by extension of ourselves. It's hard to get why people feel differently. It's hard to believe they even do.

Anyhow, I've learned one thing now. You only really get to know people when you've had a jolly good row with them. Then and then only can you judge their true characters!