Without language, one cannot talk to people and understand them; one cannot share their hopes and aspirations, grasp their history, appreciate their poetry, or savor their songs.

If you cannot understand something, then you have understood it incorrectly.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Anyone who wants to be understood will never know the delight of being understood, because this happens only to the complex and misunderstood; simple souls, the ones whom other people can understand, never feel a desire to be understood.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

I’m not sure we can understand another country if we don’t understand our own.

Will you understand what I'm going to tell you? ... No, you're not going to be able to understand it. ... That is because I don't understand it. Nobody does.

Without language, one cannot talk to people and understand them; one cannot share their hopes and apsirations, grasp their history, appreciate their poetry or savour their songs. I again realized that we were not different people with separate languages; we were one people, with different tongues.

One who intends to understand grasps even the slightest hint, but the one who has no intention to understand never comprehends, no matter how loudly you shout.

Being able to communicate with someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you understand them.

No one has ever properly understood me, I have never fully understood anyone; and no one understands anyone else

If I do not speak in a language that can be understood there is little chance for a dialogue.

The more I think about language, the more it amazes me that people ever understand each other at all.

No one can understand himself, for to do that he would have to get outside himself; the subject of the knowing and willing activity would have to become its own object.