Quotes About Understanding

I want you to know more than just what people think is safe to tell you," she said.

EÄŸer ne istediÄŸini bilmezsen diyor kap?c?, bir bakars?n istemediÄŸin bir sürü ÅŸeyin olmuÅŸ.

So direct and misdirect your reader, but don't tell her the meaning of anything. Not until she gets it wrong in her head.

La persona que amas y la que te ama nunca es la misma persona

No es que no te queramos, solo que no lo demostramos, dice mi madre en una de sus cartas.

ÄŒemu nerozumíme, to si m?žeme vyložit jakkoli.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person." (Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters) He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

Fools ignore complexity. Pragmatists suffer it. Some can avoid it. Geniuses remove it.

That's a lesson we could stand to learn. Imperials are just like us. Some of them, at least. It's easy to label those who serve the Galactic Empire as pure evil, all enemy, but truth is, a lot of those who do so were either sold a bill of lies, or forced to by threat of pain or death.

Life is equal parts strange and beautiful and horrible, and we're tossed into it without a map or an instruction guide. Poems and stories have a way of helping us make sense of things.

2. Words Define Reality Words are like LEGO bricks: the more we add, the more we define the reality of our playset. The dog fucked the chicken tells us something. The Great Dane fucked the chicken tells us more. The Great Dane fucked the bucket of fried chicken on the roof of Old Man Dongweather's barn, barking with every thrust goes the distance and defines reality in a host of ways

Furthermore … WE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL JOURNEY

That was key, he long felt, to an informed society, one that cleaved to both empathy and critical thinking: access to information.

If the sum of our experiences are, say, our Work-In-Progress, our Facebook pages, our video games, our movies, our Other People's Books, then we don't know jack shit. Is that you?

Human sacrifice has power," he said. "The world has long understood that, but now it pretends to know differently—ohh, we're all so buttoned-up, pretending we don't do those things anymore, even though we sacrifice the homeless on our cold streets, or migrant children at the border, or the poor at every turn.

Maybe that's the problem with generations. You start to forget what it was like when you were like them, so they become your enemy and you become theirs and nobody understands each other. Then you die and they become you and finally, finally they understand, but by then it's too late.

Hollis Copper knows that everyone has a story and if you want to speak to someone, you better find a way to speak to his or her story.

Look like chick books." "And you're a chick, so what's the problem?" She laughs. "Well, you've got beans and franks, or so I assume." "Hey," he says, suddenly all serious. "Reading books by female authors does not limit my macho vibe. Plus, bitches write the best characters, man. It's like they get people, you know?

Protest, he thought, was sometimes targeted, yes. A singular message put out against bad men and worse behavior. Other times, it served as a wordless, senseless exhortation—an expression of a problem that was not yet fully understood.

That was key, he long felt, to an informed society, one that cleaved to both empathy and critical thinking: access to information. Simply being able to know things—true things!—meant the world to him.

Most people aren't good or evil, really, they're just messy and complicated. Inside you are two wolves, and both of them are very confused about everything all of the time. So for the most part, give people a break when you can.

Easy to make people afraid of something they didn't understand—they had a question, so all you had to do was answer it. Didn't matter if the answer was true factually. It just had to be true emotionally—it had to answer something inside of them, blood to blood, fear to fear.

Wisdom is the only thing which can banish sorrow from the breast .

Quid? Quod eadem mente res dissimillimas comprehendimus, ut colorem saporem, calorem, odorem, sonum? Quae numquam quinque nuntiis animus cognosceret, nisi ad eum omnia referrentur et is omnium iudex solus esset.