Quotes About Understanding

Um dos efeitos verdadeiramente ruins da religião é que ela nos ensina que é uma virtude estar satisfeito em não compreender.

I'm falling for you, but I can't do this if your still hung up on a dead guy...you can still love him and love me, but you won't let yourself, Becca.

I love you, Lance. He rattles the frame of the window and reaches out at me. I guess that's his way of saying I love you too..

At least Harry Potter knew the who fuck he was dealing with.

But sometimes things are said and they're not just words. They are everything that one person thinks of another in a sentence. Just one sentence.

One man's feeling is not always equal to all that life is. Sometimes it's not equal to anything much at all.

Maybe he doesn't really think it now. But sometimes things are said and they're not just words. They are everything that one person thinks of another in a sentence. Just one sentence.

He was your cobber? Like all immigrants, he seemed to have an unerring instinct for the oldest, truest words in his new language. The way he said the word, it felt free of the treacherous weight of mate.

and they were deeply moved not so much by the poetry as by their sensitivity to poetry; not so much by the genius of the poem as by their wisdom in understanding the poem; not in knowing the poem but in knowing the poem demonstrated the higher side of themselves and of the Japanese spirit—

Every death of those you love is the death also of so many shared memories and understanding, of a now irretrievable part of your own life.

She seemed a series of slight flaws best expressed in a beauty spot above her right lip. And he understood that the sum of all these blemishes was somehow beauty, and there was about this beauty a power, and that power was at once conscious and unconscious.

It was as if life could be shown but never explained, and words - all the words that did not say things directly - were for him the most truthful.

So they saw, but they did not see; so they heard, but they did not hear; and they knew, they knew it all, but still they tried not to know.

Nothing endures. Don't you see, Bonox? That's what Kipling meant. Not empires, not memories. We remember nothing. Maybe for a year or two. Maybe most of a life, if we live. Maybe. But then we will die, and who will ever understand any of this? And maybe we remember nothing most of all when we put our hands on our hearts and carry on about not forgetting.

All we really want is to get to the point where the past can explain nothing about us and we can get on with life.

What's friendship's realest measure? I'll tell you. The amount of precious time you'll squander on someone else's calamities and fuck-ups.

When you are sixteen you do not know what your parents know, or much of what they understand, and less of what's in their hearts. This can save you from becoming an adult too early, save your life from becoming only theirs lived over again--which is a loss. But to shield yourself--as I didn't do--seems to be an even greater error, since what's lost is the truth of your parents' life and what you should think about it, and beyond that, how you should estimate the world you are about to live in.

And what there is to learn from almost any human experience is that your own interests usually do not come first where other people are concerned--even the people who love you--and that is all right. It can be lived with.

He was like my father. They each wanted me to be their audience, to hear the things they needed to express.

The longer they stayed on, and the better they knew each other, the better she at least could see their mistake, and the more misguided their lives became—like a long proof in mathematics in which the first calculation is wrong, following which all other calculations move you further away from how things were when they made sense.

Our sympathies are most required when they seem least due.

This is the only badge of true friendship I'm sure of: not to be curious.

Anyone could be anyone else in most ways. Face the facts.

I don't know what makes people do what they do, or call themselves what they call themselves, only that you have to live someone's life to be the expert.