Quotes About Understanding

She had the ability to know what people were thinking, and therefore understood that boys who were rude were usually fearful and that quiet girls often had a lot to say.

He has no idea that being in love is bullshit. It's knowing someone down to their soul that matters. That's what love is. It's difficult and it's real and it doesn't change.

I thought perhaps it was more important to listen than to be heard.

Somehow, I knew how alone he felt, and it gave me shivers to think that alienation could be a shared experience.

Lion had to kiss her then and there, even though when he kissed her he felt as though he were swallowing her sadness.

Where did he take you?" she asked. She had wanted to ask this question for four years. It had taken that long for the words to come out. Some words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

She didn't thank Ben, and she probably should have, but maybe he knows that she's grateful. Maybe he understands that saying thank you can be just as hard as saying good-bye.

As long as she lives she will never figure out why it is that some boys refuse to see that somebody loves them.

You can never tell about a person by guessing.

That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do as imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.

Mrs. Farrell told me that no man was a monster, not even Heathcliff, and that most people's misdeeds were rooted in the treatment they'd received in the world.

It was easier not to face judgment, especially from your own kind.

And yes, he supposed his mother had something to do with that as well, for she'd been the one who had opened that world to him. Don't think you know everything, when you know so little. Stop wasting your time and read this.

He wished he could somehow let Claire know this was what love was. The ability to ask for something. The desire to give someone what they asked for.

She once told me that anyone who gets married had better like herself, because there's nobody else in this world that she'll ever really know, not truly.

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she?

She realized it had never been love between them, for you cannot love someone you can never know.

Maybe if she watches him closely enough she'll understand what makes one person kind and another, herself for instance, mistrustful and hopeless.

He studied me, searching my expression, not quite seeing what had happened but aware that something had changed.

Rebecca had been young when she met her husband-to-be, at an age when she saw only what the outside of a man revealed. She was inexperienced enough to assume what they had was love because she wanted him, and want can be a hundred times stronger than need, and a thousand times stronger than common sense.

I'm really happy that you're here." This is not an outright lie. No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

I had always done as he asked, not because I was bound to do so by duty but because I saw the depth of who he was and how he himself suffered.

She's not a demon, she's a woman," my mother said sadly. "In this case, that's worse.

To find someone, it was necessary to follow in the way that the angels who follow men's lives on earth are said to do, charting each trespass without judgment, for judgment is never ours to give.