Quotes About Understanding

Coexistence, rather, should be the active practice of becoming familiar, whether through exposure to works of imagination or through personal interaction, with people who are different.

A guy should find out what the woman likes. Every woman is different, so you can't just assume what works on one will work on another.

If I don't know I don't know I think I know If I don't know I know I think I don't know

I cannot experience your experience. You cannot experience my experience. We are both invisible men.

What we take anything to be profoundly affects how we go about describing it, and how we describe something profoundly affects how we go about explaining, accounting for, or understanding what is what we are, in a sense, defining, by our description.

One cannot say everything at once.

Experience is mad when it steps beyond the horizons of our common, that is, our communal sense.

When I go beyond a certain range it's outside of my direct horizon therefore I've got to rely on the writings and personal communications given to me by other people that I know.... I've got to try to piece together some tentative information picture of what the whole thing is like, but I'm aware that it becomes more and more speculative as it becomes more and more second, third, fourth hand. And this applies to absolutely everyone.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

We haven't been introduced. Not really.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again...

There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.

People are our safe places. I have one: a person who's a home and a world to me.

This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

We're all on the same side. Even her. You can be on the same side and have different ideas.

She gave the words back to him, murmuring, and kept them, too. You could do that: Give them back and keep them. "I love you" is generous that way.

This is Weep. You can't expect things to make sense here." Thyon didn't agree. "I expect they make perfect sense," he said. "Just under a different set of rules." It was a matter of learning the rules, like learning a new language.

It had worked. She understood. Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers. And as she'd grown up, that list had just gotten longer and longer.

And there's no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face.

And for the first time in a long, long time, Karou felt the truth of it. Her heart was not wrong.

It was a rule of secret-keeping, in which she was well-versed: Ask not, lest ye be asked.

But how do you stop someone from crying? How do you lead them out of fear? Can hate be reversed? Can revenge be diffused?

Why not open the door, and open their arms, and close them again around each other? Did the not understand how, in the strange chemistry of human emotion, his suffering and her, mingled together, could... countervail each other?