Quotes About Understanding

When you're very young you take people as you find them. It's only when you've had experience that you begin to measure and weigh.

Of course they all have the radio now and listen to it in their homes so they understand English—or what they are pleased to call Oxford English," said Mr. Semple with scorn. " Oxford English—that's what they call it, Mr. Kirke. Did you ever hear the like of that?

Our home was very happy. I took it for granted of course, it was only when I got older that I realised all homes were not as happy as ours. Father was good and patient and kind and he never spared himself. I understood Father very well but I knew he did not understand me. He did not understand children. Sometimes he expected too much of them, and sometimes too little. He believed sincerely that " of such are the Kingdom of Heaven.

Sometimes I feel the same," said Dane gravely, "as if it were too much to bear … to go through it all again, only much worse, because now one understands more, and there's none of the glitter and excitement. Now one sees the futility of the sacrifice.

Was it this? Unlike as they were in everything upon which human friendship is usually based — unlike in upbringing, in modes of life, in habits, interests, and thoughts, poles apart in station and in appearance, there was yet a bond between them which needed no forging, but sprang suddenly and strongly into being at their first contact.

And I saw how foolish I had been to fuss and worry about 'the right approach' because of course 'the right approach' to all our fellow creatures is just to love them.

thought England was ripe for revolution—but then I changed my mind. I saw they were loyal in the big things, I saw that they spoke little of their country and their Empire because their feelings were too deep. They were of one race, they were happy and secure. I couldn't go on hating you," continued Frank in a lower tone, "it was impossible to hate people who were so kind at heart. You can't hate people when you understand them.

In Mureth House there was not only physical comfort but mental and spiritual comfort as well. You could be yourself here. You could say what you liked without the slightest fear of being misunderstood and you could do what you liked without the slightest fear of giving offence.

The worst of my troubles was loneliness. I had not a single friend nor any prospect of making one. The jostling crowds surged past me on the pavements (hordes of people chattering to one another) but I knew nobody and nobody knew me or cared whether I lived or died. If Miles had been here it would have been entirely different. We could have talked about our experiences and had jokes together. If Miles had been here I would not have minded what Wrigson and Ullenwood thought.

but she told Aunt Bella everything else, and Aunt Bella listened enthralled. She nodded and sighed and asked the right questions in the right places, for she was a romantically minded woman for all her bustling, practical common sense. "Well,

But it is no use putting this sane view of the matter before Grace in her present condition – Grace has only been married for a few months, whereas I have been married for twelve years. In twelve years one becomes inured to suggestions of exercise and Kruschen Salts, and even to laughter and talk in the presence of a headache. But what on earth am I to do with Grace? What on earth am I to say to her? I am so fond of them both that I must make things right somehow or other.

Will your client win her case? " I asked. " Win her case! I can tell you this: if she doesn't win her case it will be a serious miscarriage of justice. Do you understand what that means, David? " " Yes," I said, grinning at him. " It means that the court doesn't agree with you.

Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.

I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.

I love you Mark..." Courtney, PoR. I love you too Courtney..." Mark, PoR.

But understanding that in my head, and accepting it in my heart are two different things.

There's more to everything that what's obvious," he always said. "You just have to look for it.

My head cleared enough to realize she was talking to me slowly as if I was an unbalanced, crazy person, which was smart because I was an unbalanced, crazy person.

Squinting made me feel as if I had control over how much of it I would see at first.

He understood why she kept him away, why they had connected so strongly, why he couldn't forget her. None of this made sense in traditional terms. This wasn't something he could share with anyone. This was his truth. This was something he knew inherently to be true. He understood this in his soul.

As a black woman who grows up in a predominantly white neighborhood, you learn how to perform a 'good' version of yourself. And then when you're with your home girls, you're saying all kinds of stuff that sounds all kinds of crazy, but you understand each other because you're speaking the way that you're comfortable with.

Even if I wouldn't wear something myself, I think I know how women feel, how women want to look. I can really relate to women, I get on very well with women... Some women don't. I want to empower women, make women feel the best version of themselves.

I'm going to say something rather controversial. Big data, as people understand it today, is just a bigger version of small data. Fundamentally, what we're doing with data has not changed; there's just more of it.