Quotes About Understanding

aceptas que Dios es tu propia conciencia de ser – como lo hicieron Jesús y los profetas – transformarás tu mundo con la comprensión de que "Yo y mi padre somos Uno".

The subconscious is what a man is. The conscious is what a man knows.

El hombre natural no acepta las cosas del espíritu de Dios porque le son locura, no las puede comprender, porque se han de discernir espiritualmente".

What you sincerely believe as true of another you awaken within him.

If I hold some thing against another, be it a belief of sickness, poverty, or anything else, I must loose it and let it go, not by using words of denial but by believing him to be what he desires to be. In that way I completely forgive him. I changed my concept of him. I had ought against him and I forgave him. Complete forgetfulness is forgiveness. If I do not forget then I have not forgiven.

You can't call us fags anymore, we're gay.

it would be good to reconcile all these antagonisms.

It is rather that I believe in the reality of what's being named more than in the name itself.

Ngotho had never known where the other son had gone to. Now he understood. He wanted to tell of his own son: he longed to say, 'You took him away from me'. But he kept quiet. Only he thought Mr Howlands should not complain. It had been his war.

For some reason that he had never been able to understand, Mandrake was a man in whom his fellow-creatures confided. He was by no means obviously sympathetic and he seldom asked for confidences but, perhaps because of these very omissions, they came his way.

Is it Locke who says that it is one thing to show a man he is in error and another to convince him of the truth? You have shown me my error. Pray reveal the whole truth.

And because he hadn't considered attaching blame, because he lived outside of the jurisdiction of all judgement and thought everyone was always doing their best, Ganga put a hand on Christy's shoulder and squeezed.

That's the thing about boys. Maybe just Irish boys. Boys have No Go Areas, they have an entire geography of places you can't go because if you do they'll crack open, they'll fall apart and you won't be able to put them back together, not ever. Girls know this. We know. Even love can't reach some places.

Margaret Gore knew what love was.

Some things do not bear telling. I think my father knew this. I think he knew how words can sometimes flatten the deepest emotions or pin them like wild butterflies stunned out of magnificent flight, flimsiest souvenirs of what moved and coloured air like silk. Better to imagine it.

feel the sun striking down and know something of the peace of that pause, the dawning that opens in a person, which is not yet at the point of understanding, not yet anything solid or sure as a thought, but happens in a way that you may not realise until years later and miles away when it comes to you that just then, just there, you were brushed with nothing less than eternity, catching a sense of a place that has been before you and will be after you, and both were contained in that moment.

So compelling is the evidence of our own eyes and ears, so swift is your mind to assemble your own version of the story, that one of the hardest things in this world is to understand there's another way of seeing things.

La mente umana, anche una mente minuscola, aborrisce l'ambiguità

reasons too deep to be fished.

It was a condensed explanation, but I came to understand him to mean you could stop at, not all, but most of the moments of your life, stop for one heartbeat and, no matter what the state of your head or heart, say This is happiness, because of the simple truth that you were alive to say it.

Neither did she realise yet that grief is a kind of glue, too, that the essence of humanity is this empathy, and that we fall together in that moment of tenderest perception when we see and feel each other's wounds and know another's sorrow like a brother of our own.

Neighbours, as Jesus knew, can be a not insignificant challenge to anyone's Christianity.

Because there were fewer sources of where to find out anything, there was more listening.

Somehow that always seemed to happen—we addicts can always find one another. There must be some strange addict radar or something.