Quotes About Understanding

Love so sprang at her, she honestly thought no one had ever looked into it. Where was it in literature? Someone would have written something. She must not have recognized it. Time to read everything again.

If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, Nobody's, In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat.

Cruelty is a mystery, and a waste of pain.

Were the earth smooth, our brains would be smooth as well; we would wake, blink, walk two steps to get the whole picture, and lapse into a dreamless sleep.

What you see in an eclipse is entirely different from what you know. It is especially different for those of us whose grasp of astronomy is so frail that, given a flashlight, a grapefruit, two oranges, and fifteen years, we still could not figure out which way to set the clocks for Daylight Saving Time.

It could be that God has absconded but spread, as our vision and understanding of the universe have spread, to a fabric of spirit and sense so grand and subtle, so powerful in a new way, that we can only feel blindly of its hem.

Each thing in the world is translucent.

Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that's happened in last month to download into my brain. It's nice, not knowing. Even if it's just for five minutes.

Because that's what people need after traumas, apparently - lots of long conversations about the effects of trauma.

If Chizara was agreeing with Ethan, things were bad.

And I kind of love it that you want to know everything.

I thought when he learned my secret, he would understand the ally I could be. But instead, he doesn't even know who I am.

Maybe that is the price of loving someone: you lose your grasp of where they ended and you began.

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: you lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.

Maybe he really could see past her ugly face. Maybe what was inside her did matter to him more than anything else. Tally

Ignorance doesn't lead to salvation, nor does knowledge pave the way to sin. - Cinda Williams Chima

Während Alek zuschaute, begriff er, wie primitiv er das Gerät benutzt hatte, so wie eine Katze, die Klavier spielt.

it had never occurred to him before now that people could see reality in completely different ways.

But I wanted to finish your book.

Nature was tough, it could be dangerous, but unlike Dr. Cable or Shay or Peris—unlike people in general—it made sense.

Equipping is more about quality than quantity. It's much better to work with a few who really get it than a bunch who only get it halfway.

At Harvard I learned most uncomfortably that facts are facts. In Italy I learned that facts are the way you look at them.

Bob had found fundamentally foreknowledged form in the way Annie giggled

Zekiysen nefret eder, aptalsan küçümserler.