Quotes About Understanding

but he is a man, hence cannot see how tiresome it is to have explained at length what one has already fully understood.

We live like latecomers at the theatre; we must catch up as best we can, dividing the beginning from the shape of later events.

The laws of life and death, as she had learned them, were incomplete. There was more to life, more to death, than medical science had known.

Her quiet and kind listening had made it possible to speak his thoughts aloud, and sometimes it was only when he spoke his thoughts that he knew he had them. It was surprising how a man's mind might remain half in shadow until the right confidant appeared, and Maud had been that confidant.

We live like latecomers to the theater; we must catch up as best we can, divining the begging from the shape of later events.

Our lives are so important to us that we tend to think the story of them begins with our birth. First there was nothing, then I was born... Yet that is not so. Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole.

What is it that allows human beings to see through each other's pretendings? For I understood quite clearly in that moment that she was anxious. Perhaps emotions have a smell or a taste; perhaps we transmit them unknowingly by vibrations in the air. Whatever the means, I knew just as surely that it was nothing about me in particular that alarmed her, but only the fact that I had come and was a stranger.

One of the best ways of avoiding his torments was to be ignorant about something and let him put you straight.

Kita hidup seperti penonton yang datang terlambat ke bioskop: kita harus mengejar ketertinggalan sebaik-baiknya, menebak permulaan dari bentuk peristiwa-peristiwa lanjutannya.

There's a great many things hard to fathom in darkness that set themselves straight in the light of day.

I know,' he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

At first the boys were puzzled by illness. They looked at their father from the other side of a wall of pain, bewildered that their father stood writing in his book, when he had only to reach over the division and lift them clear of it.

He put an arm around me, I know, he said. I know. He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. I know, he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

So much science has at its root the ability to see afresh what has been seen and thought to be understood for centuries.

For me, to see is to read. It has always been that way.

We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, the weight and the dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the colour of grief is common to us all. 'I know,' he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

but I have come to see that when two people work closely together on a joint project—two intelligent people, I mean to say—a bond of communication develops between them that can enhance their work. All the while they are jointly engaged on a task, they are aware of, acutely sensitive to, each other's tiniest movements, and can interpret them accordingly.

but I have come to see that when two people work closely together on a joint project—two intelligent people, I mean to say—a bond of communication develops between them that can enhance their work.

At last, after all the tale telling and all the yarn spinning, after the smoke screens and the trick mirrors and the double bluffs, I knew.

but he is a man, hence cannot see how tiresome it is to have explained at length what one has already fully understood. My

What is it that allows human beings to see through each other's pretendings? For I understood quite clearly in that moment that she was anxious. Perhaps emotions have a smell or taste; perhaps we transmit them unknowingly by vibrations in the air. Whatever the means, I knew just as surely that it was nothing about me in particular that alarmed her, but only the fact that I had come and was a stranger.

Emmeline didn't call me anything. She didn't need to, for I was always there. You only need names for the absent.

What is it that allows human beings to see through each other's pretendings? For I understood quite clearly in that moment that she was anxious. Perhaps emotions have a smell or a taste; perhaps we transmit them unknowingly by vibrations in the air. Whatever the means, I knew just as surely that it was nothing about me in particular that alarmed her, but only the fact that I had come and was a stranger.

Then something rang a bell in his mind. What