Quotes About Understanding

Someone appeared, with gentle and penetrating eyes, who - with no exchange of words - understood; and before whose glance her eyes dropped. The someone had no face, no form, no voice, no odour. He was a simple Presence, an all-embracing tenderness with strength and a promise of rest.

Which was what love was: unmotivated respect.

And for a reason he still did not understand, he began to cry. Love plain, simple, and so fast it shattered him.

Not know it was hard;knowing it was harder

In the safe harbor of each other's company they could afford to abandon the ways of other people and concentrate on their own perceptions of things.

1. What have you learned that is true (and how do you know)? 2. What problem do you have?

Not even trying, he had become the kind of man who could walk into a house and make the women cry. Because with him, in his presence, they could. There was something blessed in his manner. Women saw him and wanted to weep—to tell him that their chest hurt and their knees did too. Strong women and wise saw him and told him things they only told each other:

Race is the least reliable information you can have about someone. It's real information, but it tells you next to nothing.

We will be judged by how well we love.

The kind of clarity crazy people demand from the not-crazy.

We must do all we can to imagine the Other before we presume to solve the problems work and life demand of us.

they have the eyes of people who can tell what time it is by the colour of the sky... their eyes do not bite

When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.

they were believed and trusted, but most of all they were listened to.

The Morgans always seemed to be having a second conversation—an unheard dialogue right next to the one they spoke aloud.

Algún día irás andando por el camino y oirás o verás algo. Con toda claridad. Y pensarás que eres tú la que está pensando. Una imagen pensada. Pero no. Es cuando tropiezas con un recuerdo que le pertenece a otro.

Nadie sabía apreciar la seguridad que proporcionaba la compañía de un fantasma.

My puzzlement used to be 'why is the Lone Ranger' called 'lone' if he is always with Tonto. Now, I see that given the racial and metaphorical nature of the relationship, he is able to be understood as 'alone' precisely because of Tonto. Without him, he would be, I suppose, simply 'Ranger'.

facts can exist without human intelligence, but truth cannot.

She heard it as though it were what language was made for

She is a friend of my mind. She gathers me man. The pieces I am, she gathers them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

She had been looking all along for a friend, and it took her a while to discover that a lover was not a comrade and could never be—for a woman.

The only way to own what I know is to write it and let you read it