Quotes About Comprehension

Toda gran historia es como un gran pastel, cada quién da cuenta de la tajada que se come y él único que da cuenta de todo es el pastelero.

bajaremos al abismo, y seré feliz porque por fin podré comprender que todo lo verdadero tiene un comienzo,y que termina y se extingue cuando ya no tiene razón de ser "El Angel de Galilea

To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.

It is indeed possible to be widely read, as I am, and still have black holes in one's knowledge.

Bide your time, until things begin to make sense

Where duality divides things into black or white, polarity includes the full spectrum, it is all-inclusive. Duality takes the spectrum and draws a line somewhere cutting it in half. Duality really only exists in the mind; it does not directly relate to the physical realm.

If you are wearing a gold necklace do I say 'Please remove the necklace, so I may see the gold?' I can't see the gold without seeing the necklace, and I can't see the necklace without seeing the gold.

Ultimately, no one can extract from things, books included, more than he already knows. What one has no access to through experience one has no ear for.

How strange knowledge was. Once something was known, it could not be unknown, no matter how one might wish.

Why did I tell you so many stories? Because I wanted the world to make sense to you. I wanted to make sense of the world, for you. I wanted the world to make sense.

Librarians, of all people, understood the value of knowing, even if that information could not yet be used.

Everything, she had come to understand, was something like infinity. They might never come close, but they could approach a point where, for all intents and purposes, she knew all that she needed to know.

Sadie eyed him, hands on hips. Bird, she said, with infuriating pity, you don't understand anything, so you?

But Lexie was seldom, if ever, offended: subtle implications and subtexts tended to bounce off the fine mesh of her brain.

You could figure out anything about a person if you just tried hard enough.

Later, slowly, they will piece together other things that have never been said.

If all this were true, how easy it would be to understand people.

The idea is that when the teaching begins to happen, it is an experience—but experience needs language, and at the same time, language needs experience.

You can't creatively help a business until you know how it works.

The textbooks are dumbed down to the where your kid sister could probably read them, and the teacher go over and over and over the same stuff anyway, drilling it into your head so that they can ask you one hundred multiple-choice questions to get it all back out of you again.

He that knows himself, knows others; and he that is ignorant of himself, could not write a very profound lecture on other men's heads.

The people are applauding you because none of them understands you and applauding me because everybody understands me. [Charlie Chaplin to Albert Einstein]

Why would anyone write a poem in this wrecked world? And really, how could they? Massive doubt, failed love, shitty thoughts, empty spirit, a dead history compelling a transfixed vision, these are devastations that might overwhelm and silence anyone; and silence, for a poet, is a prison. It's where the descent hits bottom, it's where the poet either faces or does not face all the risks of failed comprehension.

She knows wot's wot, she does.