Quotes About Understanding

Superficially it may appear that I am more interested in books than in people; but I think it nearer the mark to say that I am more interested in people as they are revealed to me in books than as they reveal themselves to me in daily contact.

He thinks he knows it all," said Anstey. "Most fools do," retorted Thorndyke. "They arrive at their knowledge by intuition—a deuced easy road and cheap travelling too.

Those who are hated are always more human than those who hate them.

Fortunate is he whose mind has the power to probe the causes of things and trample underfoot all terrors and inexorable fate.

Happy is the man who has learned the causes of things.

Happy he who was able to know the causes of things (felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas), and who trampled beneath his feet all fears, inexorable fate, and the roar of devouring hell.

Nunc scio quit sit amor.

Non ignora mali, miseris succurrere disco.

Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,               atque metus omnis et inexorabile fatum subiecit pedibus strepitumque Acherontis auari. Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,               atque metus omnis et inexorabile fatum subiecit pedibus strepitumque Acherontis auari. (on Lucretius)

Being myself no stranger to grief, I am learning to help the unhappy

if so great be thy yearning to know of our sorrows

In fact, for all of us it is this open-hearted affirmation that my life is the same as yours that moves us forward much faster than when we believe that others' lives are orderly and peaceful and only ours is chaotic and full of bumps.

We hebben veel geleerd van Marianne', zei ze. ''t Meeste nog, denk ik, hoeveel we eigenlijk van elkaar houden'.

You and I cannot possibly know the hidden pain eating holes in individual lives, so if we want to be saviors, in partnership with the Lord, we will be kind to everyone, everywhere, all of the time.

Nevertheless, the fact remained, it was impossible to dislike any one if one looked at them.

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away...

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

I want to write a novel about Silence, he said; "the things people don't say.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.

It is no use trying to sum people up.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge