Quotes About Understanding

A woman's instinct, I always feel, supercedes logic.

My feelings are a fact, not a personal delusion. They are valid for me. What business have you got trying to tell me how I ought to feel?

Stop, he ordered, in a low but compelling voice. Do not take another step, or I fire! Dash it, he added vexedly, does the monstrosity understand English? How absurd this is! It understands the gesture, at least, I called, thrusting head and shoulders through the window. Lucas, for pity's sake, seize it! Don't stand there deriding its linguistic inadequacies!

A woman's instinct, I always feel, supersedes logic.

Five years of marriage have taught me that even if one is unamused by the (presumed) wit of one's spouse, one does not say so. Some concessions to temperament are necessary if the marital state is to flourish.

I am here on business." "Indeed," I said. "Indeed?" Emerson's echo held a questioning note; but in fact I had already deduced the nature of the lady's business. Emerson calls this jumping to conclusions. I call it simple logic.

So I went upstairs, to console the other half of the pair of heartbroken lovers, and a tedious business it was too, when a little common sense on both parts would have settled the matter to the satisfaction of all. With

I am sure I need not explain to any sensible (that is, female) reader why I woke the following morning absolutely furious with Emerson. Such are the vacillations of the human heart; and I have observed that the farther one goes in one direction, the more violent the swing in the opposite direction will be.

Men are frightful nuisances at times; how much simpler life would be if we women did not have to make allowances for their little peculiarities.

Die Englânder! Niemals werde ich sie verstehen!

Half the trouble in human relations arises from expecting human beings to conform to a single one-dimensional image. We are all hydra-headed monsters. But most people never learn that.

Prejudice of one sort or another seems to be a universal human weakness. Few

It interests me how we find ways to feel superior to another person, another group of people. It happens everywhere, and all the time. Whatever we call it, I think it's the lowest part of who we are, this need to find someone else to put down.

Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it.

Because we all love imperfectly.

But the books brought me things. This is my point. They made me feel less alone.

I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being — to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame

One is left so much on one's own. People are shy of the bereaved. They don't quite know what to be.

I wish,' said Rose anxiously, 'I understood you.' 'Don't try,' said Lotty, smiling. 'But I must, because I love you.

They left off talking. They ceased to mention heaven. They were just cups of acceptance.

The passion of being forever with one's fellows, and the fear of being left for a few hours alone, is to me wholly incomprehensible.

Straordinario come ci si sente soli, laggiù nel profondo dell'animo, se manca un compagno di esultanze.

Wissen Sie, was das für ein Segen ist, die Werke eines Dichters zu lesen, seinen Geist zu kennen, das Beste an ihm, und dabei so entfernt von seiner Heimat, seiner Lebensgeschichte oder seinen Briefen zu leben, dass alles Geschwätz über sein Privatleben und Kritik an seiner Moral nicht zu mir gedrungen ist?

How is it that you should feel so vastly superior whenever you do not happen to enter into or understand your neighbour's thoughts when, as a matter of fact, your not being able to do so is less a sign of folly in your neighbour than of incompleteness in yourself?