Quotes About Understanding

Paranoids are people, too they have their own problems. It's easy to criticize, but if everybody hated you, you'd be paranoid too.

Her hearing was keener than his, and she heard silences he was unaware of.

I find that most channeled discourses possess the spiritual and philosophical sophistication of a Dick-and-Jane book.

He put down the paper without regret, and looked at his wife, and, as he looked at her, he smiled because she was nice to look at, and because he loved her, and because she amused and interested him enormously. They had been married for nine months now, and sometimes he thought he knew her through and through, and sometimes he thought he didn't know the first thing about her—theirs was a most satisfactory marriage.

She saw, more or less, how the whole thing had happened, for she had the gift—which is often a doubtful blessing—of being able to see the other person's point of view, of being able to put herself in the other person's place.

Mr. Weir knew at once that I was really interested and came half-way to meet me. When people go half-way to meet each other something happens—something important." "Yes—but what is it?" I ask with interest. "You give a bit of yourself and receive a bit of the other fellow, and you're both richer.

Jerry found Barbara very soothing and comforting during this difficult time. It was not necessary to confide in Barbara to gain her sympathy—you just talked to Barbara about odds and ends of things, and you came away feeling a different creature.

I was not alone in my experience—not alone anymore. The mere fact that another had walked where I was walking made the path easier for my feet.

This was all the easier because Mr. Marvell was so matter of fact about the whole thing—the picture might have been a still life of a jar of roses, or of a cabbage, rather than the naked figure of his wife. After all, he's her husband, thought Barbara vaguely, and that seemed to help.

She should know all there was to know - all that I knew, and, what was more important still, she should know that there was no more to know. Knowledge is less hard to bear than ignorance if you possess an imagination like Clementina's.

She had begun to realise that these people used the English language in a way of their own. They did not ask a question in a straightforward manner but merely made an observation with a questioning inflection in their voices; they never answered a question with a plain yes or no but preferred to answer it with another question.

Somehow talking to him had made me feel better. He was sane and sensible—the first sane, sensible person I had spoken to for hours. As I walked back to the car I had an absurd feeling that I could be friends with that waiter. I wondered what his name was and where he lived … it was foolish, of course; I knew nothing about him, nothing except that he was sensible and kind.

interested in Barbara, whom, after eighteen months of daily contact, he was just beginning to know. The strangest thing about Barbara, Arthur reflected, the strangest thing about this strange woman who was now his lawful wedded wife, was that although she understood practically nothing, she yet understood everything.

Silly people are often cruel," said Adam. "You know that yourself. People with no imagination are cruel because they don't realise what other people are suffering.

Sometimes she almost welcomed catastrophe as the concrete form of her fears—Here it is at last!—something seemed to say—you know now what it is, at any rate, and you can bear it.

Anne could not explain. It was always difficult for Anne to explain things even when they were clear to herself, and in this case she scarcely knew what she meant.

They understood one another perfectly. They trusted one another. They were useful to one another. That was the ideal relationship of one human being to another human being . . . usefulness . . . to take and give service.

Peter's sensitiveness of perception was acute. He knew exactly what the independent old farmer-ferryman was thinking; he understood and in a measure sympathised with his feelings. Peter was like that — he could always see the other fellow's point of view. His mother had been immensely large-hearted and tolerant, and she had brought up her son to loathe intolerance as one of the deadly sins.

If strangers see you behaving like lunatics, it doesn't matter, because they don't know who you are. And if your friends see you behaving like lunatics, it doesn't matter, because they know who you are.

Query – Why do people with no children of their own seem to think the shocking behaviour of other people's offspring a fit subject for mirth?)

These were the things Kitty talked about when I met her—and I listened. She never wanted to know about my life—and why should she? My life was so monotonous that I would have found it difficult to discuss it with her if she had ever shown any desire to know what I did with myself.

Men who understand women being sometimes too understanding of women other than their wives.

They don't understand anything," declared Mother smiling at me rather sadly. "They don't even know that there's anything to understand. They're like horses with blinkers —they just see what's in front of their noses and nothing more. I'm always terribly sorry for horses with blinkers," added Mother with a sigh.

she was a good person to confide in because she didn't make silly suggestions as to what you should do or shouldn't do, she just listened.