Quotes About Understanding

You should have spoken up sooner." her grandmother answered. "No need to bear pain unless you have to.

It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.

She spent a great deal of her time in an endeavour, becoming yearly more and more difficult in a world increasingly disturbed, to "place" people properly, and she was obviously overjoyed that in this case the task had been so easy, and the result so satisfactory.

I've known for a long time it's useless to try to share what you don't understand yourself.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

Love means to learn to look at yourself the way one looks at distant things for you are only one thing among many.

Vulgarized knowledge characteristically gives birth to a feeling that everything is understandable and explained. It is like a system of bridges built over chasms. One can travel boldly ahead over these bridges, ignoring the chasms. It is forbidden to look down into them; but that, alas, does not alter the fact that they exist.

Though not for certain, perhaps in some other year, It shall come to completion in the sixth millennium, or next Tuesday. The demiurge's workshop will suddenly be stilled. Unimaginable silence. And the form of every single grain will be restored in glory. I was judged for my despair because I was unable to understand this.

Queremos comprender, creemos que si vivimos lo bastante vamos a comprender el mundo; dentro de una hora, mañana, dentro de un año,... Pero quizá no importe nada comprender o no.

Then he wants to use himself and things So that they stand in the glow of ripeness. It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves: Who serves best doesn't always understand.

alla fin fine, bisogna saper apprezzare i vantaggi che si traggono dalle proprie origini.

Love" Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many. And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it, from various ills A bird and a tree say to him: Friend. Then he wants to use himself and things So that they stand in the glow of ripeness. It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves: Who serves best doesn't always understand.

You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another. I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words. I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree. What strengthened me, for you was lethal.

Love means to look at yourself/ The way one looks at distant things/ For you are only one thing among many/ And whoever sees that way heals his own heart,/ Without knowing it, from various ills./ A bird and a tree say to him: Friend./ Then he wants to use himself and things/ So that they stand in the glow of ripeness./ It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:/ Who serves best doesn't always understand.

Had you been able to guess bits of my destiny, Perhaps you would bear your mediocrity with more ease.

There is simply no substitute for taking the time to determine the meaning of the narrative. Only after this has been secured, by the steps suggested above, will it be possible to ask how this text may now be applied in the times, culture, and situations that a present audience of readers and listeners faces.

Neither of us knew that the other liked this sort of thing." "People don't talk about it. That's why. You can know people for years and yet not know in the very least what they think about religion.

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

Every great discovery or decision comes by an act of divination. Facts are fitted round afterwards.

How can there be any secrets, we are all the same organisms? How can there be any secrecy, when everything is known to all of us?

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.

no form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the variety of love you deny love altogether. If you try to specialize love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love must be multi-form, else it is just tyranny, just death