Quotes About Understanding

Impossible, I realize, to enter another's solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known.

Our hearts know what is in them, even if our mouths remain silent. And the world will know what it is, even when nothing remains in our hearts.

Si, l'amavo in tutta l'ampiezza consentita dalla legge (la legge della mia natura) [...].

Conoce a tu enemigo y no te acerques a él

every time Mike challenged him he would have to think harder about what he believed in himself, and how could you ever learn anything if you only talked to people who thought exactly as you did?

La primera vez que entendía que la memoria es un lugar, un sitio de verdad al que se podía ir

Hepimiz hikayeler dinlemek isteriz, t?pk? çocukken oldu?u gibi dinleriz anlat?lanlar?. Gerçek hikayeyi sözcüklerin içinde hayal ederiz, bunu yapmak için de hikayedeki ki?inin yerine koyar?z kendimizi, kendimizi anlad???m?z için onu da anlarm?? gibi yapar?z. Bu bir kand?rmacad?r.

Hiç kimse bir ba?kas?n?n s?n?r?ndan içeri giremez, nedeni de basittir: Hiç kimse kendine ula?amaz da ondan.

Toda vida es inexplicable. Por muchos hechos que se cuenten, por muchos datos que se muestren, lo esencial se resiste a ser contado.

If I can give you the words you need to have, we will have a great victory.

Hay?r demeyi istemek çoktan evet demek anlam?na geliyor.

Come ha detto qualcuno, le storie capitano solo a chi le sa raccontare. Analogamente, forse, le esperienze si presentano solo a chi è capace di viverle.

For if you do not consider the man before you to be human, there are few constraints of conscience on your behavior towards him.

Silence is not a rewarding response, no matter what it means.

Words do not necessarily work, it is possible for them to obscure the things they are trying to say.

What he does not know is that were he to find the patience to read the book in the spirit in which it asks to be read, his entire life would begin to change, and little by little he would come to a full understanding of his situation—that is to say, of Black, of White, of the case, of everything that concerns him.

Quando hai vissuto a lungo come me tendi a pensare di aver ascoltato di tutto, di non poterti più stupire di nulla. Ti viene pure voglia di vantarti della tua esperienza del mondo e poi, ogni tanto, ti ritrovi di fronte a qualcosa che ti catapulta fuori dal bozzolo di goduta superiorità, ricordandoti da capo che della vita non capisci un bel niente.

Stars, on the other hand, were inexplicable. Not holes in the sky, not candles, not electric lights, not anything that resembled what you knew. The immensity of the black air overhead, the vastness of the space that stood between you and those small luminosities, was something that resisted all understanding. Benign and beautiful presences hovering in the night, there because they were there and for no other reason. The work of God's hands, yes, but what in the world had he been thinking?

te encontraste cayendo por la fisura entre el mundo y la palabra, el abismo que separa la existencia humana de nuestra capacidad de entender o expresar la verdad de la vida, y por motivos que te siguen desconcertando, aquella súbita caída por el aire vacío y sin límites te inundó de una sensación de libertad y felicidad.

the sage Lenny Millstein, who not only was an excellent basketball man but an excellent person as well, who knew how to handle fourteen-year-old boys because he understood that fourteen was the worst possible age on the calendar of human life, and therefore all fourteen-year-olds were confused and fractured beings, not one of them a child anymore and not one of them an adult, none quite right in the head or at home in his unfinished body, and in the furnace of that claustrophobic arena of

By and large, Willy tried to be a good son. At those rare moments when he was able to stop thinking about himself, he even made a conscious effort to be nice to her [his mum]. If they had their differences, they were less a result of personal animosity than of starkly opposing world views.

There was this certainty inside me, and it destroyed everything else. The moment Ferdinand touched me, I knew that I was going to kill him, and the certainty was so great, so overpowering, that I almost wanted to stop and tell him about it, just so he would be able to understand what I thought of him and why he deserved to be dead.

It's just that we shared a certain language, and when she talked to me about her past, I understood her without having to ask for explanations.

Poets are everywhere now, but they talk only to each other