Quotes About Comprehension

is necessarily limited by his lack of knowledge of the circumstances

who says dog means dog?

That was the second thing—understanding what Mrs. Granger had said.

Reading is a practice; good reading is a highly sophisticated practice. The practice has to be learnt.

Don't be like the frog. Keep an eye on the big picture. Constantly review what's happening around you, not just what you personally are doing.

I'm afraid of time. I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself.

I could tell.

I'm finding that the older I get, it's not that I learn new things, it's more like I find out how much of what I know is common knowledge.

He that reads and grows no wiser seldom suspects his own deficiency, but complains of hard words and obscure sentences, and asks why books are written which cannot be understood.

Parts are not to be examined till the whole has been surveyed; there is a kind of intellectual remoteness necessary for the comprehension of any great work in its full design and its true proportions; a close approach shews the smaller niceties, but the beauty of the whole is discerned no longer.

His genius was belowThe skill of ev'ry common beau;Who, tho' he cannot spell, is wiseEnough to read a lady's eyes;And will each accidental glanceInterpret for a kind advance.Swift'sMiscell.

ACCEPTATION  (ACCEPTA'TION)   n.s.[from accept.]1. Reception, whether good or bad. This large sense seems now wholly out of use.

His comprehension is vast, his memory capacious and retentive, his discourse is methodical, and his expression clear.

ACCIPIENT  (ACCI'PIENT)   n.s.[accipiens, Lat.] A receiver, perhaps sometimes used for recipient.Dict.

And yet all I have said is but  from common reading. And, let me ask, why, because we know but little, we are to be supposed to know nothing?

Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.

Dalia was the only one in Israel who understood," Bashir insisted.

Culta? Perdone que le diga, Víctor, pero es la primera persona que conozco que no ha sido capaz de leerse completo el diario de Ana Frank.

I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:

She's the only one who knows. Knows what? What it's like to be us.

This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don't jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

Don't I know it.

it sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics...