Quotes About Understanding

Friends are always pretty, even when they're not.

It isn't that kind of relationship," Elisabeth says to a lover. "It isn't even the least physical. It never has been. But it's love. I can't pretend it isn't.

We have to hope that the people who love us and who know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters. It is the only responsibility memory has. But, of course, memory and responsibility are strangers. They're foreign to each other. Memory always goes its own way quote regardless.

Hope is exactly that, that's all it is, a matter of how we deal with the negative acts towards human beings by other human beings in the world, remembering that they and we are all human, that nothing human is alien to us, the foul and the fair, and that most important of all we're here for a mere blink of the eyes, that's all.

He had seemed a man with whom the right kind of dialogue would be possible.

It was just that the literal meaning itself wasn´t immediately comprehensible. That doesn´t mean it didn´t mean.

Jei žinai, kad jau pasimetei, tai reiškia, kad tikriausiai netrukus nepasimesi. Teisingai?

It is possible, he said, to be in love not with someone but with their eyes. I mean, with how eyes that aren't yours let you see where you are, who you are.

It was now free of obviousness.

It's good, to be seen past, as if you're not the only one, as if everything isn't happening just to you. Because you're not. And it isn't.

Is it possible, he said, to be in love not with someone but with their eyes. I mean, with how eyes that aren't yours let you see where you are, who you are…We have to hope that the people who love us and who know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters…It is the only responsibility memory has. But, of course, memory and responsibility are strangers. They're foreign to each other. Memory always goes its own way quote regardless.

We have to hope that the people who love us and who know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters. It is the only responsibility memory has. But, of course, memory and responsibility are strangers. They're foreign to each other. Memory always goes its own way quite regardless.

Certain white people in particular can look right through young people and also black and mixed race people like we aren't here.

It is possible, he said, to be in love not with someone but with their eyes. I mean, with how eyes that aren't yours let you see where you are, who you are.

Perhaps somewhere in all of this if you look there's a proof of love.

It's as if that map they gave us is nothing to do with the actual experience of being here, she said.

A child grows up saying words that the rest of the world tells the child aren't words. But the child and everybody the child holds dear all know that the words mean, and what the words mean. Listen, that child will be equipped, from the very beginning. For everything, dark and light, heavy and light, that life will bring to that child.

Perhaps the day will come, George thought, when I will listen to my father. For now though, how can I? He's my father.

Everything means something quite other now.

Elisabeth is faintly perturbed. She realizes this is because she likes to imagine her mother knows nothing much about anything.

Why should we imagine that gender matters here? the tutor said. That's actually my question too, Elisabeth said.

Whole worlds open up when we start a conversation.

Maybe it's easier to talk to someone who won't ever actually hear what you say.

I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.