Quotes About Understanding

Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know, and all ye need to know.

Don't judge a person till you've walked a mile in his shoes.

The process by which money is created is so simple that the mind is repelled.

To love is to listen, to listen is to learn, and to learn is to live

I did not know everything there was to know about myself, and knew that I did not know it.

I knew that part of friendship consisted in accepting a friend's shortcomings, which sometimes included his parents.

sonder the awareness that everyone has a story.

suente n. the state of being so familiar with someone that you can be in a room with them, without thinking, without holding anything back, or without having to say a word-to the extent that you have to remind yourself that they're a different being entirely, that brushing hair away from their eyes won't help you see any better.

Life and thought mutually illuminate each other: I come to understand what I believe and the language I use only as I live it, and I am able to live my belief and the language I use only as I come to understand them more clearly."9

She has the acuity to sit inside an emotion and parse it.

As Confucius says, under some circumstances murder can be forgiven; but unreasonableness never is.

On a more specifically practical level, my main initial impression was to do with the fact that nobody spoke English. Okay, that's an exaggerated way of putting it, a good few people did speak English

But knowing that you had gone wrong, and knowing how you had gone wrong, were not the same thing as knowing how to put it right.

I'd been brought up not to think about the Others in terms of where they came from or who they were, to ignore all that—they were just Others. But maybe, now that I was one of them, they weren't Others anymore? If I was an Other and they were Others perhaps none of us were Others but instead we were a new Us. It was confusing.

All the Kamals were fluent in irritation. They loved each other but were almost always annoyed by each other, in ways that were both generalised and existential (why is he like that?) and also highly specific (how hard is it to remember to put the top back on the yoghurt?).

My grandpappy used to say that people who loved each other fought in order to avoid intimacy.

You've got that look about you, like you've seen more than you should have.

Troy glanced at the boys, wondering how much they heard and how much they understood. Eight cherubic faces, and sixteen hard, ruthless eyes looked back at him.

How odd to still be shocked by what one has always known.

Experience is a great teacher.