I don’t mind expressing my opinions and speaking out against injustice. I would be doing this even if I wasn’t a writer. I grew up in a household that believed in social justice. I have always understood myself as having an obligation to stand on the side of the silenced, the oppressed, and the mistreated.
Everything that I talk about, pretty much, are things that I learned or understood over the years.
By the aristocracy of finance must here be understood not merely the great loan promoters and speculators in public funds, in regard to whom it is immediately obvious that their interests coincide with the interests of the state power. All modern finance, the whole of the banking business, is interwoven in the closest fashion with public credit.
I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress.
I'm so naive about finances. Once when my mother mentioned an amount and I realized I didn't understand, she had to explain: 'That's like three Mercedes. ' Then I understood.
I never really understood what was expected of me as a man, or how I was supposed to interact with women, but worse, with other guys. I did not relate to them.
I was the black sheep of the family, and my mother never really understood me.
You are not at home where your residence are but where you are understood.
Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me
Then I realised that I was the god on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldn't let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration. Sometimes when people offer a helping hand, it gets pushed away. People always want to help themselves first.
Throughout Soviet times, I understood what was really happening in the world around me.
The nature of power is such that it can never be understood.
And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.
Oh, wondrous power! how little understood, Entrusted to the mother's mind alone, To fashion genius, form the soul for good, Inspire a West, or train a Washington.
I have always hated machinery, and the only machine I ever understood was a wheelbarrow, and that but imperfectly.
He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others.
I understood that I might fail, but I wouldn't let it happen because I changed my compass along the way.
I suppose the half-breeds in Manitoba, in 1870, did not fight for two hundred forty acres of land, but it is to be understood there were two societies who treated together. One was small, but in its smallness it had its rights. The other was great, but in its greatness it had no greater rights than the rights of the small, because the right is the same for everyone.
Whoever thought that he had understood something of me had merely construed something out of me, after his own image.
I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.