Quotes About Understanding

Do any of them realize that Simon Wolfgard is falling in love with Meg Corbyn? Monty wondered. Does Wolfgard understand his own response to the girl? What about Meg? How does she feel? What would the rest of the Others do if one of their kind did fall in love with a human?

The Dimwit's Guide to the Female Mind might assist your efforts in understanding human females. But it must be pointed out that this subject can be a dangerous adventure and should be undertaken with extreme caution. After all, human males have been trying to understand their females for generations, and most of the time they come away from these encounters looking like someone stuck their tails into an electric socket.

He had a feeling this was one of those times when a male should express positive enthusiasm regardless of what he really thought—especially when he didn't really know what was going on.

Forgiveness doesn't work that way. You may want to forgive, but you can't do it yet. Forgiving someone can take weeks, months, years. Sometimes it takes a lifetime.

As they walked toward the group waiting for them by the cars, Simon's hand brushed against Meg's. He hesitated for a step or two; then he took her hand, ready to release her if she growled an objection. But after a startled look, she smiled and curled her fingers around his.

Why?" He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.

Simon's relationship with Meg was too complex for anything as simple as sex.

I was thinking of something that made me unhappy." Simon stopped snarling and cocked his head, looking more baffled than angry. "Why would you do that?

And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend

Anger and reason are rarely partners

Kowalski shrugged. "She's my mate. I can live with it if it makes her happy." Simon looked at the bulging carry sacks Kowalski had in each hand. "Couldn't you just give her the best parts of a bunny?" "Doesn't

Simon didn't want to poke his nose into a "girl thing." Potentially dangerous territory, that.

Vlad said, sounding regretful. Simon replied.

Having someone sensible to talk to. Meaning someone who doesn't have a wiggle-waggle." -Karla, The Queen's Bargain

There's no room in him yet for something as small as anger.

Meg nodded. She didn't understand the feeling, but she turned the words into a kind of image that she could recall later. "Anyway

Besides, Jester had told him that Meg felt nervous about being too alone. Very Wolfish of her, not wanting to be too alone. He approved.

She came to realize that despite taking a human form, the Others' understanding of human anatomy was mostly limited to what parts of that anatomy they liked to eat.

There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers.

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

It's well these women must be blabbing. If they haven't a friend to talk to, they must whisper their secrets to the fishes, or write them on the sand or something;

I sometimes think she has no feeling at all; and then I go on till she cries - and that satisfies me.

I perceive, with joy, my most valued friend, that the cloud of your displeasure has past away; the light of your countenance blesses me once more, and you desire the continuation of my story: therefore, without more ado, you shall have it.

He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.