Quotes About Understanding

Gerçekte, büyük bir ya? fark?m?z yok; ben de okuyup yazm?? bir ki?i say?l?r?m. Ne var ki, insanlar aras?ndaki fark, böyle basit ölçülerle de?erlendirilemez. Bunu biliyorum.

Olur ya, belki bir gün tam senin gibi hissederim, senin heyecanlar?n benim heyecanlar?m olur: o zaman seni bütünüyle ya?ar?m, kim bilir?

Demek insanlar? gerçek ve do?ru biçimde yorumlamak için onlar?n ölmelerini beklemek gerekiyordu.

?nsan görmekle bile baz? ?eylerin a??rl???na dayanabilir, avunabilir, hayal kurma?a devam edebilir. Sen anlamazs?n tabii. Anlamak için, insan?n baz? eksik yönleri olmal?.

Ben de sayfalar?n?z? çevirebilecek kadar notadan anlamak isterdim." dedi Turgut.

Annem, benim ölümden korktu?umu bilirdi; bunu bildi?i halde gene de ölmü?tü.

Kimse dinlemiyorsa beni -ya da istedi?im gibi dinlemiyorsa- günlük tutmaktan ba?ka çare kalm?yor. Can?m insanlar! Sonunda, bana, bunu da yapt?n?z.

I had learned years ago that despite what so many adults always said, there really was such a thing as a stupid question. I had asked a number of them myself over the course of my life. But, I had also learned that life required asking stupid questions every now and then.

Knowledge is a package that time unwraps

it is a fool who laughs at the odd. Different is just an understanding you have not yet grasped.

Monsters, monsters! But there are no monsters! What you call monsters are superior forms, or forms beyond your understanding. Aren't the gods monsters? Isn't a man of genius a monster, like a tiger or a spider, like all individuals who live beyond social lies, in the dazzling and divine immortality of things? Why, I too then-am a monster!

Monsters, monsters! But there are no monsters! What you call monsters are superior forms, or forms beyond your understanding.

Les savants ne les comprennent pas et, la plupart du temps, ils les méprisent, parce qu'ils ont trop d'orgueil… Pour aimer les vers, il suffit d'avoir une âme… une petite âme toute nue, comme une fleur… Les poètes parlent aux âmes des simples, des tristes, des malades… Et c'est en cela qu'ils sont éternels… Sais-tu bien que, lorsqu'on a de la sensibilité, on est toujours un peu poète ?…

Fantasy is totally wide open all you really have to do is follow the rules you've set. But if you're writing about science, you have to first learn what you're writing about.

Tolerance like any aspect of peace, is forever a work in progress, never completed and, if we're as intelligent as we like to think we are, never abandoned.

Fantasy is totally wide open; all you really have to do is follow the rules you've set. But if you're writing about science, you have to first learn what you're writing about.

I realized that I knew less about loneliness than I had thought - and much less than I would know when he went away.

First learning, then proving I'd learned. Knowing and using the knowledge aren't the same thing.

But if everyone could feel everyone else's pain, who would torture? Who would cause anyone unnecessary pain?

What are you?" I whispered."What are we to you?" She lay still, rested her head on her topmost coil. "You know me as no other does," she said softly. "You must decide.

To survive, know the past. Let it touch you. Then let The past Go.

Kevin, you don't have to beat people to treat them brutally.

Could a creature who had to look upon ordinary people literally as food and shelter ever understand how strongly those people valued life?

I want you to be serious. I realize I don't know very much. None of us knows very much. But we can all learn more. Then we can teach one another. We can stop denying reality or hoping it will go away by magic.