Quotes About Understanding

Niekas nepradeda karo- ar bent jau ne vienas protingas zmogus neturetu jo pradeti - tvirtai nesuvokdamas, ka siuo karu jis ketina pasiekti ir kaip jis ketina kariauti.

Skin color doesn't make you different,' Melody said. 'We're all the same on the inside.' 'The only people who ever say that,' Raymon replied, 'are white.

Dealing with an autistic meltdown is like dealing with a tornado. Once you are close enough to see it coming, there's nothing to do but weather the storm.

Even the smartest person in the world could be scared by what he did or did not understand.

I always get the funniest expressions from colleagues when I tell them that the best scientists understand that 2–3 percent of whatever it is they are studying is simply not quantifiable—it may be magic or aliens or random variance, none of which can be truly ruled out. If we are to be honest as scientists Ã¢â'¬Â¦ we must admit there may be a few things that we are not supposed to know. I

You can love a pet more than you love some people," I say suddenly, surprising even myself. Everyone turns, because unlike the others, I hardly ever draw attention to myself by volunteering information. "It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

It was tough to admit to yourself that someone else had more courage than you would in the same situation, or that it was possible to love someone in a way that you had not personally experienced.

He did not have to read the careful number to know the weight of Emily's heart; he'd held it for years

I'm very sorry - the only words that could not rework into anything but what they signified.

Your name, Minka. Short for Wilhelmina. You know what it means? Chosen protection.

She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started, the whole edifice might roar down and be done away with. —RAY BRADBURY, THE ILLUSTRATED MAN

When I was little I used to read the obituaries and one day I asked my mother why people die in alphabetical order.

Sometimes making the world a better place just involves creating space for the people who are already in it.

Put ten people together in a Laundromat and chances are you won't be the one who's worst off.

We may not see eye to eye, but we can respect each other's opinions and find the truth in them. Perhaps in those honest conversations, instead of demonizing each other, we might see each other as imperfect humans, doing our best. —Jodi Picoult, March 2018

That what one person sees as a difference of opinion can be, to the other person, a sign of great disrespect.

You trust someone who makes spaces for you in his or her life…so much so that if you leave, they will del the absence. You give someone your vulnerable, unshelled heart wrapped in a question: What will you do with it?

Lucy} knew other things too, more important non-school things. She knew that when grown-ups lowered their voices it meant you had to listen harder.

You learn how they live their lives, and you speak their language well enough to blend in with them. But how many white people you know who go out of their way to see Tyler Perry movies so they can learn how to act around Black people?

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone else suffer than it does to take the pain yourself?

one person's trauma is another's loss of innocence. Ervin

We fall back into silence. I look around XO Café and notice that chatter happens mostly at tables where the diners are young and hip. The older couples, the ones sporting wedding bands that wink with their silverware, eat without the pepper of conversation. Is it because they are so comfortable, they already know what the other is thinking? Or is it because after a certain point, there is simply nothing left to say?

True confession? The reason we don't talk about race is because we do not speak a common language.

There's nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.