Quotes About Understanding

To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand—that is art.

It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights?

Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude...

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

Does nobody understand?

If we were all suddenly somebody else.

Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of sings (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world?

Wipe your glasses with what you know.

Love me. Love my umbrella.

Jesus Christ, with His divine understanding of every understanding of our human nature, understood that not all men were called to the religious life, that by far the vast majority were forced to live in the world, and, to a certain extent, for the world.

Unsheathe your dagger definitions.

It is like looking down from the cliffs of Moher into the depths. Many go down into the depths and never come up. Only the trained diver can go down into those depths and explore them and come to the surface again.

Words which he did not understand he said over and over to himself till he had learnt them by heart: and through them he had glimpses of the real world about them.

He read the verses backwards but then they were not poetry.

It made me sad to see your eyes. I cannot say why.

A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail.

Mrkgnao! the cat cried. They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Cruel. Her nature.

Havvah-ban-Annah

Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once...

Tell me. Tell me with your eyes.

No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand.