Quotes About Understanding

If you see a good deal remarkable in me I see just as much remarkable in you.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments; I do not ask the wounded person how he feels . . . . I myself become the wounded person, My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

The greatest poet does not moralize or make applications of morals... he knows the soul. The soul has that measureless pride which consists in never acknowledging any lessons but its own.

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, with the twirl of my tongue I encompass words and volumes of words

Man or woman, I might tell you how I like you, but cannot, And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot, And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days. Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give, I give myself.

I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and that no man ever can. -from As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life

Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me. Ah lover and perfect equal, I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections.

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, None has understood you, but I understand you, None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself, None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you, None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you, I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.

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 bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize

It is time to explain myself—let us stand up.

Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.

Not the book needs so much to be the complete thing, but the reader of the book does.

Camerado, isto não é um livro, Quem nele tocar, toca num homem

Amikor mellém érsz, idegen, és beszélni kívánsz velem, miért ne beszélnél velem? És miért ne beszélnék veled én?

I have not once had the least idea who or what I am, / But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch'd, untold, altogether unreached... / ...I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and...no man ever can.

I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me? I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.

If you see a good deal remarkable in me I see just as much remarkable in you. Why what have you thought of yourself? Is it you then that thought yourself less?

Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Aku mencintaimu apa adanya, tetapi aku lebih mencintaimu untuk sesuatu yang akan engkau lakukan. (Carl Sandburg)

All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.

Languages are not strangers to on another.