Quotes About Understanding

But the truth is, sometimes kids—and adults—seem to wait until their relatives are out of the room to go. It's like they don't want to distress them more than they have to.

Dylan Geer! Why would you…oh, you must

It'd be a poor kind of world where there was just one explanation for things. ---Rhiow

Sometimes we do not hear the Whisperer even at her loudest because she speaks in our own voice, the one we most often discount.

People can do all manner of stupid things. Doesn't mean they're bad people, necessarily.

John's explosion left Abigail in a quandary. Priding herself on being a good wife, she cheerfully accepted that her main role was to soothe the cares of her adored if sometimes baffling spouse. Being a wife required at least the appearance of submission. On the other hand, it would be cruel to abandon a husband altogether to his follies when it was so easy to correct him with a little tact.

When you're looking for someone, you're looking for some aspect of yourself, even if you don't know it. What we're searching for is what we lack.

That's what I learned. I learned I couldn't shed light on love other than to feel its comings and goings and be grateful.

I WISH I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO LOVE YOU WITH ALITTLE LESS EFFORT.

I want to hold my life up alongside hers in order to, as she wrote, reach a point where i begin to see me-and her-in a more understandable light.

sibling who doesn't fit in or follow the paths the rest of us take; who challenges and bewilders, upsets and dazzles us; who scares some of us away; but who still loves us, in his or her way.

wanted to tell him I understood. But the truth was, no one can really understand what another person is going through.

Why should a poem please even a majority of readers or listeners? Perhaps someone needs the particular poem that you wrote. You probably do, at any rate.

I'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

Suddenly everything finally made sense because, paradoxically, I finally accepted that it never would make sense. That's life. It's not all wrapped up with a tidy bow - it's crazy and disorganized and unpredictable, and so are the people who live it.

What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?

One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.

My concern always has been with how—not why—people make transitions out of relationships. Many times the people I talked to did not understand why themselves. Even when they thought they knew, the reasons changed, so that what seemed to explain it at one time often did not seem important six months later.

If suffering like hers had any use, she reasoned, it was not to the sufferer. The only way that an individual's pain gained meaning was through its communication to others.

Our own difficulties shouldn't blind us to the difficulties of others.

She looked at a microscope and saw a creator God. Chad looked at a microscope and saw man's scientific advances.

In evangelical-speak, this is meeting people where they are. But I would add the following caveat: we must meet people where they are without a desire to change them into our image of what they should be.

Sometimes you brush against a truth, feeling it before you can say it, and instead of theories or conclusions, tears are the evidence it leaves.

Nothing expresses remorse better than silence.