Quotes About Understanding

She would owe this understanding to her time in New York, and even more to Louise. That's what spending time with the young can do--it's the big pay-off for all the pain. The young can exasperate, of course, and frighten, and condescend, and insult, and cut you with their still unrounded edges. But they can also dray you, as you protest and scold and try to pull away, right up to the window of the future, and even push you through.

Because the difference between a friend and a real friend is that you and the real friend come from the same territory, of the same place deep inside you, and that means you see the world in the same kind of way. You know each other even before you do.

I'll figure out how to be truer: to let people go if they need to be let go of, and to hold on tight if that's what's called for. I will pay attention, so I can cross each human heart that comes across my path, cross it as true as I can.

And isn't it funny how if one person speaks for real, then the other person can too? We just did that. We just became friends. It's just a matter of finding the right person and crossing that barrier together, almost like you're holding hands, but really you're holding the most tender place inside you.

A secret to happiness . . . Being part of the flow of wisdom, And understanding that all things in nature have their own form of consciousness.

lenguas de los pueblos con los que entabla

Mi séquito estuvo compuesto por diez sabios colmados de ciencia, los cuales permanecían callados , sabiendo lo que tanto se olvida, que el no saber es la única ciencia

bajaremos al abismo, y seré feliz porque por fin podré comprender que todo lo verdadero tiene un comienzo,y que termina y se extingue cuando ya no tiene razón de ser "El Angel de Galilea

Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.

I feel an intense intimacy with those who have this loathing interest in me. Further than this, I know what they mean, I sympathize with them, I understand them. There should be a name (as poetic as love) for this relationship between loather and loathed it is of the closest and more full of passion than incest.

Ah, the minutes twinkle in and out And in and out come and go One by one, none by none, What we know, what we don't know.

They think they're the only ones who understand the real truth about the world, and that it's everyone else who's been tricked. . . . The biggest problem we have is that people like to fool themselves into thinking that they could never be fooled.

The two of them hiding behind their mother tongues as if there was no way to bridge the gap.

Frankie wouldn't always let herself remember these things. Most of the time, she didn't think about them at all. Yet she had her quiet days, her pensive ones, those days when she dug through her memories, trying to find the truth at the bottom of them. As if the truth were a jewel yo could unearth and hold i your hand, as if the truth wasn't more like something you'd find under a rock, gray and faceless and squirming away from the light.

She read and reread all kinds of books for all kinds of reasons, complicated reasons.

There will be boys who will tell you you're beautiful, but only a few will see you.

Two of them hiding behind their mother tongues as there was no way to bridge the gap.

Maybe it didn't matter how he was crazy, only the fact that he was, the fact that he wanted someone to be crazy with him.

But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could?

But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could? And yet if it wasn't enough for her that she was beautiful to him, if she couldn't believe him . . .

There are amazing schools and amazing educators that are doing a wonderful job. And then there are a lot of educators that are not prepared to deal with inclusive education. They haven't been trained. It's really quite lovely and easy when you understand how to do it.

I wish I knew why some people suffer so much more than others

I do look for the good in everyone. I also give them a chance to be their best, and I try to cope with my disappointment when they're not

nothing has ever happened to Miss Marple. Everything happens around her, and this is the point: she has become wise through observation, not through experience.