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Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me. ↗

— Johann Gottlieb Fichte

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I want people to understand that there is a group of Christians out there who want to be more open and understanding and tolerant and loving of all kinds of people, even the people that don't believe in God at all. ↗

— Kristin Chenoweth

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I always knew that there was something that made me different, and by the time I was in high school, I understood what it was. ↗

— Mary Cheney

#by the time #different #high #high school #i

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. ↗

— John Keats

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And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in a neighbor's yard, some kind of kickball maybe, and they speak in your voice, or piggyback races on the weedy lawn, and it's your voice you hear, essentially, under the glimmerglass sky, and you look at the things in the room, offscreen, unwebbed, the tissued grain of the deskwood alive in light, the thick lived tenor of things, the argument of things to be seen and eaten, the apple core going sepia in the lunch tray, and the dense measures of experience in a random glance, the monk's candle reflected in the slope of the phone, hours marked in Roman numerals, and the glaze of the wax, and the curl of the braided wick, and the chipped rim of the mug that holds your yellow pencils, skewed all crazy, and the plied lives of the simplest surface, the slabbed butter melting on the crumbled bun, and the yellow of the yellow of the pencils, and you try to imagine the word on the screen becoming a thing in the world, taking all its meanings, its sense of serenities and contentments out into the streets somehow, its whisper of reconciliation, a word extending itself ever outward, the tone of agreement or treaty, the tone of repose, the sense of mollifying silence, the tone of hail and farewell, a word that carries the sunlit ardor of an object deep in drenching noon, the argument of binding touch, but it's only a sequence of pulses on a dullish screen and all it can do is make you pensive--a word that spreads a longing through the raw sprawl of the city and out across the dreaming bournes and orchards to the solitary hills. Peace. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#underworld #words #writing #dreams

My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up. ↗

— Gene Tierney

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Given my last position, that I was the first U.S attorney post 9/11 in New Jersey, I understand acutely the pain and sorrow and upset of the family members who lost loved ones that day at the hands of radical Muslim extremists. And their sensitivities and concerns have to be taken into account. ↗

— Chris Christie

#acutely #attorney #concerns #day #extremists

I never understood the idea that you're supposed to mellow as you get older. Slowing down isn't something I relate to at all. The goal is to continue in good and bad, all of it. ↗

— Diane Keaton

#continue #down #get #goal #good

The directors thought, They understand nothing in the real economy, in real life. They read some stupid books, and they came from the moon to the earth, and maybe in one month they will disappear. ↗

— Anatoly Chubais

#came #directors #disappear #earth #economy

I was a little lacking in vision as mayor - I failed to understand the significance that housing and the revitalization of housing means for a city. ↗

— Henry Cisneros

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