Quotes About Comprehension

My head was always bubbling over with facts and it seems to me this had little to do with my paying close attention in school and more to do with my voracious and omnivorous reading habits.

My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.

In life, you always look at the total picture, not just a segment of it.

You can't do anything sensible until you know what the situation is that you're in.

When you're sent something and read it, either you can see it while you read it, or you can't.

Most of us learn to read by looking at each word in a sentence - one at a time.

If a woman is into me, it usually takes me awhile to figure that out. She has to hit me over the head with it.

When you read, I'm sure you don't realize that your eyes are going backwards and forwards and to this place and that place. Mine don't do that.

I think I learned a lot from reading in general - even from reading badly written books.

You have to have something in your head to understand the Barcelona play. You have to adapt as quickly as possible.

It doesn't take long to learn basic English.

It would be nice if all people who saw movies had some sort of basic understanding of what they're looking at, but I don't think you can assume that.

No more than 20 percent of rapes are reported to the police, a statistic that defies comprehension until one looks closely at how sexual-assault cases are adjudicated in the United States.

The world didn't always sound right when it was first explained.

Plenty of philosophical men live in abstract regions, debating types and shadows. The rarer sort is the reader and thinker who can see the world whole.

One of these grand defects, as I humbly conceive, is this, that children are habituated to learning without understanding.

How many times had he read the word joy without having experienced what it meant?

People who devote their lives to studying something often come to believe that the object of their fascination is the key to understanding everything.

You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.

But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.

She always saw through him, as if he were just another window. She always felt that she knew everything about him that could be known. Not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia.

I couldn't tell what he was feeling, because I couldn't speak the language of his feelings.

Alex?" I told him yes. "You're my translator, right?" I asked him to be slow, because I could not understand him. In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.

Ik wist niet wat hij voelde want ik kende de taal van zijn gevoel niet