Quotes About Understanding

maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit—the human sperit—the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent—I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it.

Her hazel eyes seemed to have experienced all possible tragedy and to have mounted pain and suffering like steps into a high calm and a superhuman understanding. She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family

We don't think you're a bad father. Poor things, said Adam. How would you know? You've never had any other kind.

And then—it was very fast, almost a click in the brain—Adam knew that, for him at least, his father's methods had no reference to anything in the world but his father.

You bastards never owned nothing. You never planted trees an' seen 'em grow an' felt 'em with your own hands, You never owned a thing, never went out an' touched your own apple trees with your hands. What do you know?

You know how you feel about Sam an' all the guys that travel with you? Well, I feel that way about all the workin' stiffs in the country.

Mes nenor?jom matyti to, ko negal?jom išaiškinti, ir tokiu b?du didel? pasaulio dalis buvo palikta vaikams ir bepro?iams, kvailiams ir mistikams, kurie labiau dom?josi pa?iais reiškiniais negu j? priežastimis. Pasaulio pal?p?n sugr?sta tiek daug sen? ir nuostabi? daikt?, kuri? mes nenorim matyti šalia sav?s, ta?iau išmesti nedr?stam.

But why couldn't she tell me? Why did I have to discover- Because you couldn't receive it. Because in your smallness you had not the graciousness to receive this gift. You cannot live because you have not ever looked at life. You crush loveliness on the rocks of your stinking pride. I wonder if you ever could understand.

They say that crippled men have compensations which make them stronger than the strong. I could wish that you would know and understand that you are the husband and the father of love. The gift you received is beyond the furthest hope of most men. It's not that you should try to excuse or explain. You should—you must—search in your dark crippled self for the goodness and the generosity to receive.

Acaso el mejor conversador del mundo es aquel que ayuda a hablar a los demás.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself. What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately. A man is a lonely thing.

I know what you hate. You hate something in them you can't understand. You don't hate their evil. You hate the good in them you can't get at. I wonder what you want, what final thing.

Cuando un hombre dice que no quiere hablar de algo, suele significar generalmente que no puede pensar en nada más.

No," said George. "No, Lennie. I ain't mad. I never been mad, an' I ain't now. That's a thing I want ya to know.

She loved him. She really did. And he knew it. and you can't leave a thing like that.

You couldn't get into him—he couldn't get out to you. But in that old agony there had been no wall. In his wife Adam had touched the living world.

Also, I am not shy about admitting that I am an incorrigible Peeping Tom. I have never passed an unshaded window without looking in, have never closed my ears to a conversation that was none of my business. I can justify or even dignify this by protesting that in my trade I must know about people, but I suspect that I am simply curious.

They just know the nature of things too well to be caught in that wanting.

Hate cannot live alone.

Slim smiled wryly. He knelt down beside Curley. "You got your senses in hand enough to listen?" he asked. Curley nodded.

Doctor Winter was a man so simple that only a profound man would know him as profound.

I says, 'Maybe it ain't a sin. Maybe it's just the way folks is. Maybe we been whippin' the hell out of ourselves for nothin'.

There was no subject she could not discuss with Lee. And the few things she could talk about to her father and mother were thin and pale and tired and mostly not even true. There Lee was different also, Abra wanted to tell Lee only true things even when she wasn't quite sure what was true.

A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his measure. Some pick out parts and reject the rest, some strain the story through their mesh of prejudice, some paint it with their own delight. A story must have some points of contact with the reader to make him feel at home in it. Only then can he accept wonders. The