Quotes About Understanding

Tolerance, compromise, understanding, acceptance, patience - I want those all to be very sharp tools in my shed.

Surely one zoo in the world should have the courage to draw the ultimate conclusion about our ancestry? A cage with Homo Sapiens in all its varying forms, perhaps then we would understand ourselves better. The question of course is whether the other animals would approve of it.

Oni oduzimaju dah jedno drugome" bilo bi najpribližnije, ali pošto njega ve? znamo, a nju ne o?ekujemo ovde, ne?emo sa time oti?i daleko. Oni se dobro znaju, to je jasno. Ono što niko ne može da vidi jesu krila koja on crta iza nje, krila an?ela koga nikada ne?e zboraviti.

How strange knowledge was. Once something was known, it could not be unknown, no matter how one might wish.

She understands. There is nowhere to go but on. Still, part of her longs to go back

He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.

I'll tell you a secret. A lot of times, parents are not the best at seeing their children clearly.

He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him.

Dreaming of his future, he no longer heard all the things she did not say.

Maybe at birth everyone should be given to a family of a different race to be raised. Maybe that would solve racism once and for all.

Why did I tell you so many stories? Because I wanted the world to make sense to you. I wanted to make sense of the world, for you. I wanted the world to make sense.

No one, she had learned from experience, could stand such silence for long. If you waited long enough, someone would start talking, and more often than not they would give you a chance to press further, to crack the conversation open and scoop out what you needed to know.

Nearly two decades later, others would raise this question, would talk about books as mirrors and windows, and Ed Lim, tired by then, would find himself as frustrated as he was grateful. We've always known, he would think; what took you so long?

Everything, she had come to understand, was something like infinity.

Librarians, of all people, understood the value of knowing, even if that information could not yet be used.

All their lives Nath had understood, better than anyone, the lexicon of their family, the things they could never truly explain to outsiders: that a book or a dress meant more than something to read or something to wear; that attention came with expectations that—like snow—drifted and settled and crushed you with their weight.

It was so easy, she thought with some disdain, to find out about people. It was all out there, everything about them. You just had to look. You could figure out anything about a person if you just tried hard enough.

For the rest of the summer, and for years after that, they will grope for the words that say what they mean: to Nath, to Hannah, to each other. There is so much more they need to say.

If men ever got periods, believe me, you'd all be in a ball on the ground from cramps.

Lexie was used to people wanting her opinion, to the point where she often assumed they did and just hadn't quite said so.

Sex changed things, she realized-not just between you and the other person, but between you and everyone.

She waited, letting the uneasy silence grow. No one, she had learned from experience, could stand such silence for long. If you waited long enough, someone would start talking, and more often than not they would give you a chance to press further, to crack the conversation open and scoop out what you needed to know.

I'm not saying there aren't bad mothers, she says. Just that you don't always know. What makes them do something, or not do something. Most of us, we're trying our best.

Being allowed to do something and knowing how to do it are not the same thing.