Quotes About Comprehension

I know that people know me for my dunks, but if you've seen me play you know that's just one part of my game.

Women look at the full measure of the man, not just one comment.

The infinite faith I have in people's ability to understand anything that makes sense has always been justified, finally, by their behavior.

Writing is sometimes a balancing act between keeping things easily readable and being accurate.

He knew everything about literature except how to enjoy it.

You only know what you know.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

I've seen it all, done it all, known it all.

Indeed he knows not how to know who knows not also how to un-know.

Labeling is not the best way to get young people to deeply engage in reading.

Today we often think that before we start living a religious life we have first to accept the creedal doctrines and that before one can have any comprehension of the loyalty and trust of faith, one must first force one's mind to accept a host of incomprehensible doctrines. But this is to put the cart before the horse.

You are all right. But you are all wrong too. For each of you touched only one part of the animal.

Aiyaaaa," Zheng said softly. And if that meant "holy shit," I agreed.

I can't be sure, but I think love is someone who gets you.

there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don't know and don't know they don't know; those who don't know and do know they don't know; and those who know and know how much they still don't know.

Air ye deaf, lass?" I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass

When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly." "And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.

if you're making sense, you've just unmade confusion.

We've a bit of a problem, Kat. Have you someone to watch the wee lass?" His second use of the word "lass" finally penetrated a brain of concrete. Kat blinked, as slow comprehension dawned. "Christian?" she exploded softly. "Is that YOU?" His lips drew back in a silent snarl. Then "Och, Christ, tell you didn't think I was Cruce! Do I look that bad?" She nodded vehemently, "Yes." "Bloody hell," he growled.

I nodded back as if I had some clue what we were nodding about.

He breaks off, and I gasp as, abruptly, what we're seeing makes perfect sense.

There's that word again. Understand. I think, obliquely, that maybe even more than love or food or shelter or sex, what the human animal craves most is for another human being to understand him.

The person who knows only his side of the argument knows little of that.

Just as primitive man believed himself to stand face to face with demons and believed that could he but know their names he would become their master, so is contemporary man faced by this incomprehensible, which disorders his calculations. "If I can but grasp it, if I can but cognise it", so he thinks, "I can make it my servant.