Quotes About Understanding

But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you have missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.

I have lived a long time, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner workings of another person's heart

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

Laila remembered Mammy telling Babi once that she had married a man who had no convictions. Mammy didn't understand. She didn't understand that if she looked into a mirror, she would find the one unfailing conviction of his life looking right back at her.

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything - that is how, it is between people who are each other's first memories

I think he loved us equally, but differently.

Hassan couldn't read a first-grade textbook but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.

In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.

If culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, [and] to all rooms inside.

I guess some stories do not need telling.

You say their stories, it is gift they give you.

Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.

You are lucky. How so? To know where you came from. I guess I never gave it much thought.: Bah, of course not. But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.

I was like the patient who cannot explain to the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.

Take two Afghans who've never met, put them in a room for ten minutes, and they'll figure out how they're related.

Biliyorsun. Neyi biliyorum? Gözlerimin sadece seni gördüÄŸünü.

I see you've confused what you're learning in school with actual education.

Stories close the gap and reconcile between what we want life to be and how it actually is.

Mariam saw now the sacrifices a mother made. Decency was but one...Mariam wished she's been a better daughter to Nana. She wished she's understood then what she understood now about motherhood.

14- Just as he didn't understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then it passes, as all things do, it passed

And if he knew, then what would I see if I did look in his eyes? Blame? Indignation? Or, God forbid, what I feared most: guileless devotion? That, most of all, I couldn't bear to see.

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which old Pashto songs were sometimes played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.

Takes a donkey to know a donkey.

I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on.