Quotes About Understanding

In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.

What did it mean for us? Because everything I did, everything that happened to me, that was what I asked myself - what does this mean for us. It meant that I was farther away from you, different. It meant that if we let ourselves, we could get closer than we had ever been. Disappear into each other. You'd bleed and I wouldn't. Then we both would.

Be love because you are.

Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that for me or not or if it was real love or just my sadness about my dad that had turned into longing. Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.

If we don't write our stories, how will we truly know who we are? How will we define the world? How will we touch the mysteries of life?

West didn't want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To know he loved her. All these things sounded so stupid to him when he imagined saying them and he knew she didn't want to hear them anyway. She wanted to hear one thing.

I used to hate how afraid my mom was and how afraid she had made me. Now I understand but I can no longer be like her.

Henry was right, we should have listened to him, Dad would sob.

And what is the use of knowing many things if, when you have learned the dimensions of heaven and earth, the measure of the seas, the courses of stars, the virtues of plants and stones, the secrets of nature, you still don't know yourself?

Pamela slipped her arm around Churchill's shoulders. "Try not to mind, darling. Americans don't mean to be beastly and offensive. They simply can't help it. They're like rude children playing at soldiers—they've no notion how deadly serious it all is.

The documents were in English—sort of—but the language was so convoluted that it was beginning to give her a headache. It made for even duller reading than her chemistry text.

Because the people we love, who love us, are the ones who will forgive us later on when it all blows over.

Mrs. Wakefield was fond of Todd, but both she and her husband feared that Elizabeth might be tying herself down too early. In that sense they wished she were a bit more like Jessica, who changed boyfriends with alarming regularity. But the few times she'd tried to broach the subject to Elizabeth, her daughter had cut her off with a brief, Don't worry, Mom. I know what I'm doing.

Regina seemed so good-natured about her handicap that Jessica could hardly believe it. Then a horrible thought entered her mind. Is Nicholas deaf, too? she asked.

my best friend's problems, but I can't

Winston studied Elizabeth affectionately. "That was nice of you. But Robin Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, she's OK. We really don't have much in common, though. I get nervous around people who eat all the time.

It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees—this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward.

good writing should be grasped at once—in a second.

Consequently, we sympathize. We identify. We care. In fact, most writers would like you to identify

Anne tells him that his silence is, in a way, like her chatter.

From the beginning, he'd understood what every three-year-old knows: that the vague threat is way scarier than knowing how much trouble, exactly, you're facing.

If he looks at me with those eyes that laugh and wink, then it's just as if a little light goes on inside me.

In part what made the club such a haven was its power to make each person feel temporarily less alone.

The most important things, I told them, were observation and consciousness. Keep your eyes open, see clearly, think about what you see, ask yourself what it means.