Quotes About Understanding

Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.

To be social is to be forgiving.

Unless you are at home in the metaphor, you are not safe anywhere.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

Too long I've owed you this apology For the apparently unmeaning sorrow You were afflicted with in those old days. But it was of the essence of the trial You shouldn't understand it at the time.

The ear is the only writer and the only true reader.

I could say Elves to him, But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather He said it for himself.

I have a mind myself and recognize Mind when I meet with it in any guise.

Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.

For to be social is to be forgiving.

We love the things we love for what they are

In three words I can sum up everything I've

The little fellow's afraid of the falling snow. He never saw it before. It isn't play   10 With the little fellow at all. He's running away. He wouldn't believe when his mother told him, 'Sakes, It's only weather.' He thought she didn't know!

No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.

Good fences makes good neighbours

I had not taken the first step in knowledge; I had not learned to let go with the hands, As still I have not learned to with the heart. And have no wish to with the heart—nor need. That I can see. The mind—is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind— Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

The heart will turn to a prune if love is always by the numbers. How will you know if someone really loves you if they only meet your expectations and not your needs?

Then he read the words of the scroll slowly, first in Japanese and then carefully translated into English: 'There is really nothing you must be. And there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have. And there is nothing you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However. It helps to understand that fire burns, and when it rains, the earth gets wet. . . .' 'Whatever, there are consequences. Nobody is exempt,' said the master.

But love may have to be left off the exam. Most of us will never learn.