Quotes About Understanding

Ignorance is bold, and knowledge is reserved

The absence of romance in my history will, I fear, detract somewhat from its interest, but if it is judged worthy by those inquirers who desire an exact knowledge of the past as an aid to the understanding of the future, which in the course of human things must resemble if it does not reflect it, I shall be content. In fine I have written my work not as an essay with which to win the applause of the moment but as a possession for all time.

A man who has the knowledge but lacks the power clearly to express it is no better off than if he never had any ideas at all.

We also need to remind ourselves of a basic truth about close relationships: Sharp and painful exchanges occur because we care for each other and feel safe enough to let down our guard. As long as both sides keep sight of this truth, kindness will remain at the core of the relationship.

The way we tend to perceive things to be does not accord with the way they are. Again, this does not nihilistically deny the fact of our experience. The existence of things and events is not in dispute; it is the manner in which they exist that must be clarified.

Lamp for the Path to Enlightenment,

Do not speak of the defects [of others]. This states that you should never speak of others' defects—neither their worldly defects, for instance by calling them "That blind person," [70] nor their spiritual defects, for instance by calling them "That morally degenerate person.

Es por medio de la debilidad y la vulnerabilidad que la mayor parte de nosotros aprendemos a ser empáticos y compasivos y descubrimos nuestra alma".

la compasión nos permite abrirnos a la realidad del sufrimiento y buscar su alivio.

Train constantly toward the chosen objects: those living together [with you], those hostile toward you, and those unappealing to you.

Do not be ill-tempered, regardless of how others treat you.

She also said that Esmenda Jenkins Dube would have wanted a northern life, as far north as north can be, limits of north where it was so cold nothing there understood hellfire, and the mountains were white, like full-hipped women sleeping undisturbed, women of the cold clouds breathing out more cold clouds that departed their mouths when they whispered heaven in their northern dreams.

Adult social stuff can't be harder than seventh grade. It's not hard to make friends. Just be an active listener. If you listen hard enough, you can tell what a person needs from you. And if you give them what they need, you've got a friend for life.

I thought you were a problem that needed solving. But you don't need solving. You need understanding.

If you listen hard enough, you can tell what a person needs from you. And if you give them what they need, you've got a friend for life.

Which one of you is the turtle?" "I'm sorry?" asked Eva. "Which one of you is the turtle? You know, the one who leaves and comes back and leaves again, while the other waits?" she said, spinning on her heel. "It's a metaphor, writers. Think about it.

How," she started, "do you explain this to people?" "I don't." "That simple, huh?" Eva was awed. "It's ours," he said simply. "Sacred.

Lizette would never get it. Eva needed her for everything. She'd just never had her.

Shane and Eva were her writer children. And as their mama, she had a right to get to the bottom of their situationship.

Why do you keep writing about me?" "Isn't it obvious?" "Apparently not." "I'm not just writing about you," said Shane. "I'm writing to you.

She understood it was her job to be whatever he needed—if he wanted to take his time, she was Slow-Mo Flo. If he wanted it fast, she was Quickie Chickie. He fucked her how and when he wanted to.

It was like she'd left her personality in a cab somewhere years ago, and he'd found it, dusted it off, and delivered it to her doorstep wrapped in a red velvet bow. She felt alive, understood—and drop-dead sexy.

in vain forever to find what we've got. I don't know shit about anything, Jenna, and I might be inexperienced, but I know you'll never love anyone like you love me.

When we grieve, we naturally allow ourselves to feel the anger, hurt, disorientation, and sadness that are a part of processing pain. As we grieve, we let go of some of our hypervigilance. When we understand that feeling these feelings are part of the healing process, and that by feeling them we can allow them to dissipate, we begin to see light at the end of the tunnel.