Quotes About Understanding

He loved her, and she didn't love him, but that didn't mean they had to be assholes about it.

He knew Michelangelo wanted him, as he had always known. As Michelangelo had always permitted him to know.

Just because I don't care for the prowl myself doesn't mean I can't be a pretty good wingperson.

The pain in him might have been my own.

Sometimes a thing can be true, and not for immediate sharing. That was, Connla had assured me more than once, how diplomacy worked.

Truth, but not very much of it, suitable for paddling your toes in.

If it was any of my business, somebody would tell me about it eventually.

He frowned at her now, studying her face-the sharp jaw and small nose, the high forehead over deep-set eyes, the architecture of pride and knowledge and competence that the sharpness of grief could not diminish.

While thou art looking out for the halt and the stupid, Lord, let me put in a word for a crippled bird as well.

I let her have the last word. I didn't really need to answer.

I've got to give Wainwright credit. She doesn't say I told you so. She doesn't even think it real loud, although the vertical line over her shapely little nose advertises restrained wrath. The funny thing is, I don't think she's angry with me.

Oh, little boy, when did you get so wise?

Your thoughts are as squishy as the rest of you.

The Mebd glanced over at her sister Morgan, and the two women shared an enigmatic smile.

What is it that thou seekest, Elf-Knight? Thou hast not made that plain to me, but thou must have some use for me, or thou wouldst not have been so kind, so long.

Breath held, I will her to speak without making me ask for it, but Riel plays this game better than I do.

The gleam in her eyes tells it all.

People are so complicated.

She catches my gaze when I would have turned away.

An interrogation was a relationship, and relationships were based on developing trust.

There was so much information, and I had so little sense of what any of it meant.

I should have known she'd read through the riddle of thy presence.

It struck Seeker that she did not know the man her own son had become.

She never called, but she was there always, just at the edge of his awareness. He knew her despair and her grief. She punished herself. He thought she must not understand how she punished him, as well.