Quotes About Explanation

He wasn't unkind, but he had all Sarkan's obsessive hunger for explanation, with none of his willingness to bend. If Ballo couldn't find it in a book, that meant it couldn't be so, and if he found it in three books, that meant it was the unvarnished truth.

in every explanation there is a hidden apology.

A legend is a lie that has been whipped up to explain a universal truth.

Una leyenda es una mentira pergeñada para explicar una verdad universal. Los lugares donde la mentira y el espejismo envenenan la tierra son particularmente fértiles para su cultivo.

The eloquence of an explanation," he had told her, "is directly proportional to the intelligence of the person expressing it, in the same way as its credibility is proportional to the stupidity of the person listening to it.

They didn't bother to explain to Ray about the mystery and how they had thought he was the one who had caused so much trouble. Michele just couldn't think of a way to explain all that fast enough. So, with a mumble of thank you's and play, they hustled Jo Dee and Michael through the wet bushes toward the theater. Play? Ray called after them in a baffled voice. Is that all you kids think about—playing?

Surrendering the need for an explanation represents a profound act of personal transformation.

Occam's razor

He did his best to explain this to Inspector Sloan afterwards. 'A funny feeling, sir.' 'Yes?' Funny feelings were not encouraged at Berebury Police Station.

people who say its a long story, mean it's a stupid short one that they are too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell

People who say it's a long story mean it's a stupid short one that they're too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell.

Katie: People who say it's a long story mean it's a stupid short one that they're too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell. Why don't you talk to him?

I don't know who explained this rule to me; maybe it was the product of my own speculations and fantasies. That would have been typical: I was always inventing stories and machinations to make sense of things I didn't understand, and I understood almost nothing.

You never told me all this before, I said, by way of explanation. You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right?

'Working Class Man' is my second memoir and is a continuation of my story from where 'Working Class Boy' left off. The book is really an attempt at explaining the impact of my childhood on myself and the ones I loved as an adult.

You can only explain America's gun violence problem through guns, because mental illness doesn't automatically lead to violence, and it doesn't lead to violence anywhere else but America.

I don't know what genre you would put us into, and I'm always telling people that. When I'm trying to explain In This Moment's sound to them, all I can say is that its diverse-sounding, with influences such as metalcore's breakdowns, metal in general and some melodic rock.

What we mean when speaking of myth in general is story, the ability of story to explain ourselves to ourselves in ways that physics, philosophy, mathematics, chemistry—all very highly useful and informative in their own right—can't.

Explanations did not, as far as he could tell, appear to be anything dogs either sought or even were entitled to. Especially dogs who spent as much time as Pugnax did up here, in the sky, far above the inexhaustible complex of odors to be found on the surface of the planet below.

Before an explanation can be too simple, it must first be wrong.

Even when "both sides" are presented in the media, seldom are the reasons for each side presented.

The reason so many people misunderstand so many issues is not that these issues are so complex, but that people do not want a factual or analytical explanation that leaves them emotionally unsatisfied.

When we're misunderstood and judged unfavorably, what good does it do to defend or explain ourselves?

I wish I could explain it so someone could understand it. I'm afraid it's something I can't put into words. There's just this heavy, overwhelming despair - dreading everything. Dreading life. Empty inside, to the point of numbness. It's like there's something already dead inside. My whole being has been pulling back into that void for months.