An allegory is not meant to be taken literally. There is a great lack of comprehension on the part of some readers.
I love to write about sex. You just have to make it idiosyncratic. You have to have a strong comprehension of your characters, and write it from their point of view. It's really fun. It's not erotic.
Human life is beyond comprehension.
Since I have fought against these Jewish-Soviet ideas in Germany, since I have conquered and stamped out this peril, I fancy that I possess a better comprehension of its character than do these men who have only to deal with it in the field of literature.
We cannot comprehend what comprehends us.
The whole Beatle thing was just beyond comprehension. When 'Help' came out, I was actually crying out for help. Most people think it's just a fast rock 'n roll song. I didn't realize it at the time; I just wrote the song because I was commissioned to write it for the movie. But later, I knew I really was crying out for help.
My comprehension of God comes from a deeply felt conviction of a superior intelligence that reveals itself in the knowable world.
The more we become able to become a child again, to keep ourselves childlike, the more we can understand that because we love the world and we are open to understanding, to comprehension, that when we kill the child in us, we are no longer.
Death is the end of a stage, not the end of the journey. The road stretches on beyond our comprehension.
A lost trail always extends beyond the evidence, and even the trails we find are only fragments of the trails that lie beyond our comprehension.
I do not make any clear distinction between mind and God. God is what mind becomes when it has passed beyond the scale of our comprehension.
It is in the comprehension of the physically disabled, or disordered. . . that we are behind our age. . . . sympathy as a fine art is backward in the growth of progress.
The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.
Never before had I known the sudden quiver of understanding that travels from word to brain to heart, the way a new language can move, coil, swim into life under the eyes, the almost savage leap of comprehension, the instantaneous, joyful release of meaning, the way the words shed their printed bodies in a flash of heat and light.
But pattern-matching doesn't equal comprehension.
The sun is roaring, it fills to bursting each crystal of snow. I flush with feeling, moved beyond my comprehension, and once again, the warm tears freeze upon my face. These rocks and mountains, all this matter, the snow itself, the air- the earth is ringing. All is moving, full of power, full of light.
I could tell her from personal experience that when people we love make choices we don't always understand them. But we can go on loving them, just the same. It isn't a matter of comprehension. It's forgiveness. But all this took me a lifetime to discover, and where has it gotten me?. . . Some lessons can't be taught, they simply have to be learned.
Everything is simpler than one can imagine, and yet complicated and inter-twined beyond comprehension.
The wonderful arrangement and harmony of the cosmos would only originate in the plan of an almighty omniscient being. This is and remains my greatest comprehension.
