Quotes About Understanding

Gonna see if Meg's here," Eddi whispered. "Go back to sleep." "I doubt if I can. But if you prefer it, I can lie here and be still." "Probably a good idea." Eddi grinned and kissed his nose. "She thinks you're full of nonsense." "She's lamentably ignorant of my better qualities." "You mean she hasn't seen you with your clothes off?" Eddi thought he blushed.

For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.

I don't know why hurting means getting better.

That's tree persons in the room now and two of us, that equals five, it's nearly full of arms and legs and chests. They're all saying till I hurt. Stop all saying at the same time.

And it did me no good to recall particular conversations (if indeed these were particular conversations I was remembering so vividly, rather than inventions of my uneasy brain). Remembering clarified nothing.

Me acuerdo de ser educado, que es cuando la gente tiene miedo de que los otros se enfaden.

Ma knows everything except the things she doesn't remember right, or sometimes she says I'm too young for her to explain a thing.

Brother, there's no end to your knowledge.' 'I'm just old,' Cormac says with a chuckle.

Over a lifetime you packed your brain tight with data, like an overstuffed suitcase, only for it all to fall out in the end.

One couldn't pick whom to love, thought Anne, The woman beside her was friend and sister and lover and many things besides. One could only hope to recognise love where it grew, and get a grip on it and hold on.

Kartais mokytojai išmoko daugiau, negu patys supranta.

When I was four I didn't know about the world, or I thought it was only stories. Then Ma told me about it for real and I thought I knowed everything. But now I'm in the world all the time, I actually don't know much, I'm always confused.

Learn even from enemies.

Bridie and I turned to each other. Oh, the secrecy and heat of that glance.

I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.

People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.

I finally accept that not only do I not understand the death of my relationship, but I do not need to. These men were good and kind to me, they loved me and I loved them back and the shock at the finish holds no wisdom. The revelation is not that I lost them, but that I had them.

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.

We all perform. It's what we do for each other all the time, deliberately or unintentionally. It's a way of telling about ourselves in the hope of being recognized as what we'd like to be.

All claims of education notwithstanding, the pupil will accept only that which his mind craves.

It requires less mental effort to condemn than to think.

What I believe" is a process rather than a finality. Finalities are for gods and governments, not for the human intellect.

The motto should not be: Forgive one another; rather: Understand one another.

It is a tragedy, I feel, that people of a different sexual type are caught in a world which shows so little understanding for homosexuals and is so crassly indifferent to the various gradations and variations of gender and their great significance in life.