Quotes About Understanding

And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said. He stuck out his hand. 'Come on, slugger. Walk with me. You know you want to.' And the thing was, despite everything I knew-that it was a mistake, that he was different from the others-I did. How he knew that, I had no idea. But I got up and did it anyway.

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling

It's never long distance between friends.

Clearly, sharing something could take you a long way, or at least to a different place than you'd planned. Like a friendship or a family, or even jsut alone on a curb on a Saturday, trying to get your bearings as best you can.

I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything— It's called a friendship.

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

I'd seen another shade of him, and if it had been light where we were now, he'd have seen the same of me. So I was grateful, as I had been so often in my life, for the dark.

but you could also look at it the other way. Like you're saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.

From what I could see, the hardwood was just fine. Then again, I'd just see a windmill and an open sky, too, never feeling the need to conquer either. You think it's all obvious and straightforward, this world. But really, it's all in who is doing the looking.

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.

So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said.

You just had to know where to look.

Explain it to me. But I couldn't. I'd had to learn it my own way, and so had my mother. Jason would eventually, as well. No one could tell you: you just had to go through it on your own. If you were lucky, you came out on the other side and understood., If you didn't, you kept getting thrust back, retracing those steps, until you finally got it right.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood about I felt.

Even when words fail me, you never do.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

Yeah, he agreed, but when you go for Squeeze Serve with someone, it's a safe zone. What's said there, stays there. I looked at him. I think that's Las Vegas. That, too.

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.

I realized all those times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought only I wore, the feelings only I felt. Until now, this moment, as our eyes met. If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.

The people who know you best can be risker, because the words they say and things they think have the potential to be not only scary but true, as well.