理解
Desire is not a thing to be understood, it is a force to be reckoned with.
Desire is not a thing to be understood. It is a thing to be endured.
The present is the past rolled up for action, and the past is the present unrolled for understanding.
The world is a place of infinite complexity, and we are all just trying to make sense of it.
When we think we have been understood, we feel we can control the world around us.
I write to make sense of the world, to give it a shape, a form.
I write to understand, to grasp the reality that escapes me.
Writing is a way to make sense of the world.
I write to understand, to grasp the reality that escapes me.
I write to make sense of my own existence.
Writing is a way of making sense of the past.
I write to make sense of the world around me.
I write to make sense of my own life.
Writing is a way of making sense of the chaos.
I write to make sense of the world.
I write to understand, to grasp, to seize the reality that escapes me.
Writing is a way of trying to understand what happens to us.
My work is my understanding of life.
We must understand our history through literature.
I write to understand what cannot be understood.