Quotes About Understanding

I was more his child than he knew. But my womanhood had put a permanent barrier between us. He didn't know how to be the father of a woman, and womanhood could not be undone. The future already a fact.

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. We

That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific—chair, eye, stone—but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.

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.

Do go on," I said, and it sounded just like Mother. It just came out.

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.

I don't want things. I just want to feel like someone gives a shit.

But she understood, even lies could be true, if you knew how to listen.

She couldn't help but think how Michael would have loved this old man. He loved when people talked to him like this, just regular people. It made him feel human, connected, if someone was comfortable talking to him, saw him as an ordinary man, perhaps he wasn't as estranged from the world as he felt himself to be.

What isn't there is as important as what is, Phil always said.

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. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception.

The lay reader, who knows only what the biographer tells him, reads it, as he reads every other biography, in a state of bovine equanimity.)

It can make us stronger, more compassionate, more understanding—more like Jesus—if we allow it to. And the more clutter we get rid of in our life here—the more we will be able to enjoy heaven—when we get there. So, pain can have a purpose.

Understanding comes from within, from knowing and trusting in the Lord.

Don't be fooled. Charlie remembers things exactly the way he wants to remember them. I suppose we all do...And then we spend the rest of our lives basing the way we think about our families on what we THOUGHT happened--instead of what really did.

So he has touched you, and yet there is much you do not yet understand. How are you to fathom all that is happening? What shall be the direction from inside for what you think? How you shall live? Where you will go? The answer, my new brother, is found within the sacred texts. Together we will begin to study them, you and I. You will learn to speak with God directly. And you will discover how to listen to him speak with you.

You women are strange creatures, indeed, he said. No wonder we men never succeed in understandin' ya. But thanks be to God fer makin' ya the way ya are.

you of all have the most to forgive." "Ah, and if so," he responded, "I have the most blessing to receive after I've done so.

If anyone deserves the truth, Nanna, a child does. They can accept things, even hurtful things, if they are dealt with honestly, in love

I was stripped to the very essence of my being. He saw all my lies and my failures and all my sinful ways. And yet he loved me still.

The Bible tells us that God abhors it, too. He wants us to love and care for one another." "Does the white man know that?" "Some of them do." "Hasn't the white man had the Bible for many years?" "Yes, for many years." "Then why doesn't he read it and do what it says?" I shook my head. It was a troubling question. "I don't know," I finally admitted. "I really don't know.

Ya hurt, Joshsh?" I thought that was quite apparent, but for someone like Sam who spent a good deal of his time on the ground, perhaps it was a reasonable question.

Nobody can tell you how the blues feel unless they have the blues. We all take it differently.

We shall never understand the ethical system taught by Jesus unless we realize that he was a Jew, not only by birth, but that he lived and taught as a Jew; the Sermon on the Mount was addressed to his distracted fellow nationals.