Quotes About Understanding

Não há quem possa brigar com tanta ferocidade quanto uma mãe e uma filha, mas ninguém que possa perdoar tão completamente.

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

Ignore love, she now understood, and a person might bleed forever, even if no one could tell.

So often love was invisible; sometimes only two people could see it, and everyone else was blind.

Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

I told you not to park there," some woman would say to her husband outside a movie theater or a flea market, and those words would move Gillian to tears. How wonderful to say whatever you wanted without having to go over it in your mind, again and again, to make certain it wouldn't set him off.

Would you like to know your fatal flaw?' Eddie flushed with annoyance. He could have easily made a list of Hochman's flaws, enough to fill several pages. Still, he was curious. 'Please do tell.' 'You judge what you don't understand.

No wonder that afterward Lynn told anyone within earshot that she now believed it was impossible ever to divine a person's truest nature. Eric Herman, on the other hand, was not really surprised at Betsy's sudden departure. He had seen the way she'd looked at lightening.

She thought I was impossible, but she loved me anyway, which is the best sort of love there is.

In that instant he saw everything there was to know about love. It terrified and humbled him and made him realize how little he knew.

It's still horrible to wish the worst on anyone. I'm sure she had her reasons. Maybe people hurt her feelings, the same way I was hurt. A single word can feel like a rock being thrown at you.

Only now did I realize what the hermit was telling me, that love was never a regret.

we saw the edges of one another's souls.

Books] 'they will divide us. They'll make us think the world outside can teach you ore than you can learn right here

A woman alone who could read and write was suspect. Words were magic. Books were not to be trusted. What men could not understand, they wished to burn.

Then I understood that when someone begins to tell you her story, you are entwined together.

Why should you not speak to me / And why should I not speak to you?

Sally hears something dangerous in her daughter's voice, but of course thirteen is a dangerous age. It's the time when a girl can snap, when good can turn to bad for no apparent reason, and you can lose your own child if you're not careful.

so your husband's home with the little ones?—it'll be good for him, let him see what it's like with kids all day, right? men never understand until you ask them to do it and then they say, Well, the kids only act like this with me, it has to be much easier when you're with them, isn't that the truth? They're really thinking, You can't possibly put up with this day after day, can you?

As if only he and the blind man could see what the rest of them could not.

The story she then told was as all attempts at sympathy are: an effort to match in form and size and detail what another has known: to hold one experience next to another the way lovers and children match fingers and hands, as if these two, side by side, are linked by their likeness, are both identical and unique.

They frowned, looked to one another with shallow and delighted eyes, eyes that just skimmed over the surface of things without understanding.

Who can know the heart of a man?

Theoretically, I can imagine that someday we will regard or children not add creatures to manipulate or to change but rather as messengers from a world we once deeply knew, but which we have long since forgotten, who can reveal to us more about the true secrets of life, and also our own lives, than our parents were ever able to.