Quotes About Understanding

Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.

I've noticed you only speak ghetto half of the time. - Stephanie I'm multi-lingual, Rancher said. I followed him to the door, feeling jealous, wishing I knew a second language.

I've noticed you only talk ghetto half of the time." "I'm multi-lingual," Ranger said.

Hey," I said, "dogs are people, too.

I don't exactly date, but I sort of have a boyfriend." "What does sort of mean?" "It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don't say it out loud.

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You're so logical," Glo said. "I would be exhausted if I had to think up all these explanations. It's so much easier to believe in magic.

total sense, but it was as

Not that I'm aware," Sunshine said.

Gus gave me a list of ice cream orders. "You can read, right?" "Yep." "I always gotta ask these days.

real nice for him." The corners of

here," Briggs said.

I always wanted to eat with a Negro, Grandma said. Yeah, well, I always wanted to eat with a boney-assed old white woman, Lula said. So I guess this works out good. Grandma and Lula did some complicated handshake thing. Bitchin', Grandma said.

As far as you know? I can't know any further than that.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.

A fish has no concept of water.

I liked it when my mother tried to teach me things, when she paid attention. So often when I was with her, she was unreachable. Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?

I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle. Only in a show like this could you see the complete picture, stack the pieces up, hold them to the light, see how it all fit together. It made me hopeful, like someday my life would make sense too, if I could just hold all the pieces together at the same time.

To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had not yet been made in their passports.

If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

Who can judge another man's suffering?

I hadn't understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.

My words, that's what she wanted. What's this? she kept asking. What's this? But how could I tell her? She'd taken all the words.