Quotes About Understanding

perhaps it is loving that counts, not the being loved in return- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.

I couldn't make it out - why you ever let me, I mean. I understand now. Things like that happen when you're in love with the wrong person. Worse things. Things you never forgive yourself for.

And I suspect that, to the eyes of love, love shows. I knew about you as well as about myself, almost from the beginning.

I felt as I did once when Rose had very bad toothache - that it was callous of me to be so separate from the pain, that just being sorry for suffering people isn't enough.

It's hopeless to make friends with people who never talk about themselves.

I am not so sure I should like the facts of life, but I have got over the bitter disappointment I felt when I first heard about them, and one obviously has to try them sooner or later.

they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

My whole heart was so full of Simon that even my pity for Stephen wasn't quite real - it was only something I felt I ought to feel , more from my head than my heart . And I knew I ought to pity him all the more because I could pity him so little

You can't cry on Heloïse; she thumps her tail sympathetically, but looks embarrassed and moves away.

Enlightenment is intimacy with all things.

Teaching which does not sound as if it is forcing something on you is not true teaching.

I don't want to disarm the world, she said. Or I do want to disarm the world but I want it to be done warily and realistically and in the full knowledge of what we're giving up.

And what is the connection between Us and Them, how many bundled links do we find in the neural labyrinth? It's not enough to hate your enemy. You have to understand how the two of you bring each other to deep completion.

Do not carve on stone or wood, He was honest or He was good. Write in smoke on a passing breeze Seven words… and the words are these, Telling all that a volume could, He lived, he laughed and… he understood.

What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.

Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.

Why shouldn't the death of a person you love bring you into lurid ruin? You don't know how to love the one you love until they disappear abruptly. Then you understand how thinly distanced from their suffering, how sparing of self you often were, only rarely unguarded of heart, working your networks of give-and-take.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.

Shit is universal no matter which language.

I have only a bare working knowledge of the human brain but it's enough to make me proud to be an American.

It's not enough to hate your enemy. You have to understand how the two of you bring each other to deep completion.

The grasp of objects that bind us to some betokening.

One must become a book before one can know what is inside it.

There's just so much time set aside for baffled reaction. I believe we've reached the limit.