Quotes About Understanding

Debes dejar de mirar el mundo con la mente. Tienes que mirarlo con el corazón. Así llegarás a conocer a Dios.

There were a few years there, lost in borderless despair, when I used to experience all the world's sadness as my own.

There is grief below grief, she soon learned, just as there are strata below strata in the ocean floor—and even more strata below that, if one keeps digging.

She and I respect each other, which makes up for the fact that we dislike each other.

Humor is hard to catch in a second language. Especially when you're as serious a young man as Giovanni. He said to me the other night, 'When you are ironic, I am always behind you. I am slower. It is like you are the lightning and I am the thunder.

The war had invested me with an understanding that life is both dangerous and fleeting, and thus there is no point in denying yourself pleasure or adventure while you are here.

Third, nobody ever really listens to anybody else's complaints, anyhow, because we're all too focused on our own holy struggle, so basically you're just talking to a brick wall.

Sex is so often a cheat—a shortcut of intimacy. A way to skip over knowing somebody's heart by knowing, instead, their mere body.

Elizabeth Gilbert

What happened now? he would ask -- another man thoroughly exhausted by me.

True wisdom gives the only possible answer at any given moment

Then my mercy swelled, and for just a moment I felt mercy for everyone who has ever gotten involved in an impossibly messy story.

One wouldn't have noticed it before, but now it was obvious. It was as though Ambrose had opened an inlet to something previously invisible, and Alma could finally see a truth she would otherwise have been blind to forever.

I tell you, Becker, Henry said, if you make me eat mutton one more night this week, I will have someone shot. He doesn't really have people shot, Alma reassured Mr. Pike, under her breath. I had figured that, her guest whispered back, or else I would be dead already.

there's no way we can ever hope to understand ourselves if we don't at least marginally understand our home. That is the understanding we need to put our lives in some bigger metaphysical context. Instead, Eustace sees a chilling sight- a citizenry so removed from the rhythm of nature that we march through our lives as mere sleepwalkers, blinded, deafened, and senseless. Robotically existing in sterilized surroundings that numb the mind, weaken the body, and atrophy the soul.

Nunca discutas sobre Dios. Lo mejor es decir 'Estoy de acuerdo contigo'. Entonces vas a tu casa y rezas lo que tú quieres. Esta es mi idea para que las personas estén en paz con la religión.

Even if you are eighty years old, or a lesbian, or a strident feminist, or a nun, or an eighty-year-old strident feminist lesbian nun who has never been married and never intends to get married, the politest possible answer is still: "Not yet.

I choose to trust that inspiration is always nearby, the whole time I'm working, trying its damnedest to impart assistance. [...] Sometimes we have trouble understanding each other. But inspiration is still sitting there right beside me, and it is trying.

El mundo esta lleno de muerte y podredumbre, pero los sabios no sufren, porque conocen las urdidumbres del mundo

You do not notice the tribulations that occur all around you, to other people. Do not protest; it is true. I am not condemning you. I was as selfish as you, when I was your age. It is the custom of the young to be selfish. Now I am wiser. It's a pity we cannot put an old head on young shoulders, or you could be wise, too. But someday you will understand that nobody passes through this world without suffering—no matter what you may think of them and their supposed good fortune.

Why is a hard question to answer in any langauage.

Then I give her a grim shake of my head and say aloud, 'This blows ass.' She nods sympathetically. She doesn't understand, but of course, in her way she understands completely.

Bless his heart, Giovanni doesn't try to put a reassuring arm around me, nor does he express the slightest discomfort about my explosion of sadness. Instead, he just sits through my tears in silence, until I've calmed down.

History has a pulse, they say- but mostly I have never been able to hear it, not even when its drumming in my goddamn ears.