Best 362 quotes in «understand quotes» category

In my forties I faced a dilemma: Understand the biological effects of radiation or die prematurely. I chose to understand radiation.

In order to understand our life mission and answer the question “Where am I going?” we need to grow and shape our personality

Intelligence is knowing the right answer. Wisdom is knowing when to say it.

Instead, they called her a name. They called her “a genius.” And even though it really didn’t explain anything, everybody considered it a satisfactory explanation. And that way, nobody ever had to really try to understand.

Innocent and joyful I take your hand for I know you judge not, you simply understand. You are my companion on this voyage of discovery, singing sweet soft music to the universe inside of me.

I seek plain truth I do and I have to I find strange oddities I am now sure I will reveal secrets.

I researched radiation because I knew that my life depended on understanding it.

I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.

I sat in a world of sorrow trying to figure things out. I couldn’t because the world isn’t supposed to be figured out. You’re not supposed to get it. You’re supposed to flow with it and things come or don’t. It’s that simple, but we think everything’s complex when it’s just sitting right in front of us.

It felt good to sit around and agree, to have a common enemy and a shared struggle. It felt good to be understood.

It doesn’t cause me to doubt God’s existence, but it does force me to admit there’s a lot about God I don’t understand.

I spent days and nights staring at the blank page, searching the deepest corners of my mind: who have I been, what have I seen, what did I learn? I thought about all the nights I've spent outside, all the times I laid down to cry and how I took a deep breath every morning and decided to simply go on. Because what else is there to do? Decide that this is it? I quit, I'm done? Oh if I could find words to justify those feelings I've carried. I could write the thickest of books with explosions of emotions from a young girl's lost heart. I could make you see, make you hear, make you feel, at least a tiny fragment of what's out there.

I thought you were dead,” I say. “It almost killed me.” “Did it?” His voice is neutral. “You made a pretty fast recovery.” “No. You don’t understand.” My throat is tight; I feel as though I’m being strangled. “I couldn’t keep hoping, and then waking up every day and finding out it wasn’t true, and you were still gone. I—I wasn’t strong enough.” He is quiet for a second. It’s too dark to see his expression: He is standing in shadow again, but I can sense that he is staring at me. Finally he says, “When they took me to the Crypts, I thought they were going to kill me. They didn’t even bother. They just left me to die. They threw me in a cell and locked the door.” “Alex.” The strangled feeling has moved from my throat to my chest, and without realizing it, I have begun to cry. I move toward him. I want to run my hands through his hair and kiss his forehead and each of his eyelids and take away the memory of what he has seen. But he steps backward, out of reach. “I didn’t die. I don’t know how. I should have. I’d lost plenty of blood. They were just as surprised as I was. After that it became a kind of game—to see how much I could stand. To see how much they could do to me before I’d—” He breaks off abruptly. I can’t hear any more; don’t want to know, don’t want it to be true, can’t stand to think of what they did to him there. I take another step forward and reach for his chest and shoulders in the dark. This time, he doesn’t push me away. But he doesn’t embrace me either. He stands there, cold, still, like a statue. “Alex.” I repeat his name like a prayer, like a magic spell that will make everything okay again. I run my hands up his chest and to his chin. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Suddenly he jerks backward, simultaneously finding my wrists and pulling them down to my sides. “There were days I would rather they have killed me.” He doesn’t drop my wrists; he squeezes them tightly, pinning my arms, keeping me immobilized. His voice is low, urgent, and so full of anger it pains me even more than his grip. “There were days I asked for it—prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you—the hope for it—was the only thing that kept me going.” He releases me and takes another step backward. “So no. I don’t understand.

I think that sitting there talking to Dan was a thing that had a great impression on my life. I know that being an idiot and all, I ain't supposed to have no philosophy of my own, but maybe it's just because nobody never too the time to talk to me about it. It was Dan's philosophy that everything that happen to us, or for that matter, to anything everywhere, is controlled by natural laws that govern the universe. His views were extremely complicated, but the gist of what he said begun to change my whole outlook on things.

It is a sad state of affairs that I do not know of any astronomer who fully understands the energy in their own daily environment. Until that changes, Dark Energy will always be a mystery to the astronomical community.

It is difficult to understand human beings as rational beings because even our rational mind is guided by our emotions. Emotions are the product of our beliefs which are based on faith without much logic and reason behind them.

It is embarrassing that astronomers do not understand the many forms of artificial lighting that they are exposed to every day and how it affects them.

It is necessary to understand that the next person is just as important as you are on this earth. So no one should undermine others based on their current circumstances.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.

It is only with the heart that one can see, hear and feel clearly. Think of an image, music or movie that moves you. Things that we truly love touches our heart before our head analyzes them away. Once we think we understand them, they disappear... It is because simple things in life are invisible, inaudible and insensible to an analytical mind and an undiscerning heart. Let your heart hear the music -- be moved by images, people and places... for that makes you more alive than others.

It is that truth sometimes feels like cruelty to hear, makes it no less the truth.

I think, perhaps, that I begin to understand how much I do not know.

It is only with the heart that one can see, hear and feel clearly. Think of an image, music or movie that moves you. Things that we truly love touch our heart before our head analyzes them away. Once we think we understand them, they disappear... It is because simple things in life are invisible, inaudible and insensible to an analytical mind and an undiscerning heart. Let your heart hear the music -- be moved by images, people and places... for that makes you more alive than others.

It is only by practice that you can understand the events of life and find the right rhythm. Once you get into the rhythm of life, you can flow with life and enjoy happiness effortlessly.

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

It's an irony... that we understand humans like the foreign languages... full of miss understanding and miss conceptions.

It's a struggle but you have to keep going.

...it's strange, isn't it, how you don't know how big a part of you someone is until they're threatened? And then you think you can't possibly go on if something happens to them, but the most frightening part is that, actually, you will go on, you'll have to go on, with them or without them. There's just no telling what you'll become

It’s the journey, not the destination, but that doesn’t make sense until you get there.

It takes a crazy person to understand a crazy nation!

It's not about outward appearances but inward significance. A grandeur in the world, but not of the world, a grandeur that the world doesn't understand. That first glimpse of pure otherness, in whose presence you bloom out and out and out. A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help.

I understand a lot of stuff for a lot of people, how?? You won't get the answer!

I understand people who tremble when held...

I understand women" ... There's no man alive who can honestly say those words and mean them. It just isn't possible, so there's no use trying. But that doesn't mean you can't love them anyway. And it doesn't mean that you should ever stop doing your best to let them know how important they are to you!

I understand Medicine, Forensics... I can learn it in the frame of 1-2 years... No Problem in that.

It was more difficult not to understand than to understand.

I've seen what you're going to understand, dear. It made me patient when confronting your temper.

I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –

I've learned my lesson. I know nothing.

I wonder if He anticipates the day when He can make us understand what was occurring in our time of trial. I wonder if He broods over our sorrows.

Listening is hard work. Listen carefully not only with your ears, but also listen with all of your senses. You will understand better.

Live your life with the will, to understand life.

I've been through endless struggles to become the person I am today and now there's no point in expecting someone to understand me.

I will never to the end of my days ever begin to understand my fellow human beings.

Look deep into 'Nothingness' & then you will understand the nature of time better.

Love is a chemical reaction, But it cannot be fully understood or defined by science. And though a body cannot exist without a soul, It too cannot be fully understood or defined by science. Love is the most powerful form of energy, But science cannot decipher its elements. Yet the best cure for a sick soul is love, But even the most advanced physician Cannot prescribe it as medicine. INCOMPLETE SCIENCE by Suzy Kassem

Love people who only talk about things I don't understand. Saves me the effort of pretending to pay attention.

Looking but not seeing is the hearing but not understanding of the eye.

Many times we understand someone when we move on from them and look for someone else.

Love is the secret language of the heart which everyone can understand.