Quotes About Understanding

Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

The lonelier you are, the more you pull away, until humans seem an alien race, with customs and a language you can't begin to understand.

Then I understood that when someone begins to tell you her story, you are entwined together. Perhaps even more so if the ending hasn't been divulged.

If you do not believe in evil, you are doomed to live in a world you will never understand.

You were the one who taught me that love was never what we expected it to be and that it was all that we needed.

They may be nothing like you, he had written, they may surprise you, they may even repel you when their behavior is out of control, when they climb out their windows and drink underage and break every rule, but you will love them in a way you had not thought possible before, no matter who they turn out to be.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

Listen, and you'll hear a story being told, one you may need to know.

I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.

She said she wanted a man like that, someone who understood sorrow, not someone who caused it.

Night and Day, they called them, and although neither girl laughed at this little joke or found it amusing in the least, they recognized the truth in it, and were able to understand, earlier than most sisters, that the moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

He's nothing fierce or terrible or filled with light. He's like us, sometimes we can't even tell him apart. Sometimes we're the ones who try to save him. He's there to show us who we are. Human beings aren't gods. We makes mistakes.

My mother was teaching me that the inside of something was not necessarily its outside. Always look carefully, she told me. Look with more than your eyes.

But can you measure someone's love? I want to know. You think you can measure love? She's kind not to laugh at me...No scale would be strong enough, she tells me. It would break to pieces under the weight.

It's not finding what's lost, it's understanding what you've found.

He realized how little he knew of this world, but he knew this: If you could love someone, you possessed a soul.

They believed all books should be read, for as long as the reader liked.

Men are men, with all their flaws, as we have ours, that's true, but the best among them manage to discover who we really are.

Everyone should know exactly what everyone else is thinking and then people wouldn't hurt each other so much.

When you have a sister, someone knows the story of who you were and who you would always be.

History is personal, Gwen understands that now. All you are seeing is what's before you, the rest is guesswork.

Mrs. Dale was a good woman, Hollis will grant her that. A busybody and a pain in the neck, but she never judged what she didn't understand and that Hollis knows, is rare. Unlike Alan and the boys in the village, she treated him fairly, but that doesn't mean he has to moan and bellyache down at the funeral parlor. Ashes to ashes, that's all there is. If you can't change a fact of life, then be smart enough to walk away from it.

For a man tells you who he is the instant you meet him, all you have to do is listen.

That just goes to show that you never can tell about a person by guessing, Frances informs her niece. That's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.