Quotes About Understanding

Deux ou trois choses dont je suis sûre, et l'une d'entre elles est que raconter l'histoire jusqu'au bout est un acte d'amour

My stories are not against anyone; they are for the life we need.

He wanted to know about her. But he couldn't ask questions, not open questions. She was like him; she'd lie.

Then Lymond's voice, the chill gone, said, 'Don't be an ass, Jerott? You know I can't do without you.' It was an obvious answer. But it was also something Jerott had never had from Lymond before: an apology and an appeal both at once.

Subject to intelligence, nothing is incalculable.

There is no one to understand us, except ourselves.

Very soon afterward, Tom Erskine found her, and in five minutes, during which her heart in its cold cage took wearily to itself a new, lifelong burden of protective and fond understanding, Christian Stewart became his affianced wife.

Intentions, yours or anyone else's, don't matter; they never matter and never excuse: get that into your head.

He will not, I think, find it logical to live with what he has done today. I have told him that you are his responsibility. While he believes that, he will continue to protect you. I tell you this, so that you will understand what is happening. He will measure his life by your helplessness.

I hope,' said Jerott, breathing softly and hard, 'that you never meet those who will judge what you have done. How would you recognize love? Or compassion? Francis at least has learned that.

I'll take care of it,' said Richard Crawford quietly, and Lymond lifted his head. 'Oh, Richard. Timely as ever. I want.…' 'I know what you want,' said Lord Culter comfortably, and hooked an arm under his brother's stained shoulders. 'I doubt it,' said Lymond drily.

Acrostics in French or acrostics in Hebrew were still Greek to him.

They spoke in Latin, so that all might understand; but the quotations they flung at each other were Greek and Hebrew, Turkish, Persian.

If he is mad, I can agree with him.' 'He isn't mad,' said Jerott.

It is not enough,' Robert Reid said, 'to offer justice. The laws of men, the laws of God himself are not enough unless you know the heart, the tongue, the brain, the gut of your people.

I once heard a man speak, who had understanding, and the promise of vision. He was called the Master of Culter.

But you do not know me,' Lymond said. 'Whereas I know you exceedingly well. You should be glad. I may well find it tedious; but you should have an extremely interesting journey.

Why are you here?" Silence. Then the boy said slowly, "Because I admire you.

I think you might come to forget, too, that life is more than a science.

Richard, I am not worth anyone's heartache.' 'I know that,' Richard said. 'But she does not.' 'She will have to learn,' Lymond said.

But you loved my father,' he said. 'And Eloise's, of course. What was he like?' 'Like you,' Sybilla said. 'And worth all this?' Lymond said. 'Yes,' said Sybilla. 'Don't you, of all people, know what love can do?

Open the casement and lean out, glowing. All they want to do is report to Austin that you listened to them without apparently having a seizure.

How do you take leave, for all time, of a brother?" "You wish him well," Lymond said, "if that is what is in your mind. And you accept from him his understanding, and his pity, and his fellowship as he is driven, as you are, through the world.

Do you regret it?' said Sybilla. 'I would have kept it for you if I could. I did not know, you see, what you were to be.