Quotes About Understanding

Atminties t?km? gali nuvesti jus iki suvokimo up?s. O suvokimas savo ruožtu gali b?ti atleidimo up?s intakas.

He sat down on one of the pilings looking sick and sad and I knew he was thinking about Ma and the baby. I wanted badly to cheer him up but singing commercials seemed the wrong thing to do.

Forgiveness is the rich loam from which love can grow.

Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference. Viveca comes downstairs first and heads into the

I ask you for the time of day, you tell me how to build a clock!

The key to serenity is forgiveness.

Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference

simple women make the best wives.

Sometimes the closer we got to a situation, the less clear it looked.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,   You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.

Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

The words of my book are nothing, the drift of it everything.

I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things. It is not the earth, it is not America, who is so great, it is I who am great or to be great…