Quotes About Understanding

No one understood what his legend had cost him.

Be kind to the spider. It's simply working hard to be itself. And don't tell the maids

She mulled how very Jonathan of him to effortlessly find his way to her when she needed him, labyrinth or no. Just as he'd effortlessly uncovered her secrets. But that was simply because he'd been born knowing the secret to her. He was hers and she was his. Just as there was one key for every lock

Gentleness was sometimes perilously close to pity.

there was a sudden easing in him, as if someone had finally played a note that harmonized with the one he sounded every day.

She settled upon the hound. She met its brown eyes. It blinked slowly in what she liked to think was sympathy. Neither of them wanted to be where they were at the moment.

He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.

talking to him this morning had been like taking that first bite of an orange. That first sip of black, black coffee. He listened as though she mattered precisely as much as he did. How disorienting this quality was to encounter in a man.

Because he spoke to her the way no one else had ever spoken to her, which meant he saw her in a way no one else saw her.

Something was stirring in him, though; a bud of comprehension that could very well bloom into forgiveness if left unchecked.

But there really was no point in asking. She read things, she knew things, and out they came, little surprises. It was strangely like unwrapping little gifts, not all of which he appreciated. She clung to facts and information, like flotsam in a shipwreck. They'd saved her.

Just a vicar. And with those words she'd tried to reduce him to something manageable, maneuverable, understandable. She'd given no thought as to what the word truly meant. Or why his control was so necessary. It was in proportion to how much he felt and how much he needed to give day after day.

they were coming into focus to each other. As though each of them was a sun, burning away each other's obscuring mists.

They regarded each other somberly, making internal adjustments to accommodate the mere glorious fact of each other.

she would be incapable of not broaching. It took

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

I wish I could tell my parents, If you want to help me, help me die.

Well? Well, what? Damn it, Nathan, tell me what you think. About what? Lady Sara, Colin persisted. What do you think of her? The truth, Colin? His friend gave a quick nod. Nathan's smile was slow, easy. She'll fit through the window.

We English have perfect eyesight. Alec finally turned to look at her. Are you jesting with me, wife? You decide, husband. Aye, you are, Alec answered. I've already learned all about the English sense of humor. And what have you learned? You don't have any.

Knowledge is freedom and with freedom comes understanding.

Do you have feelings for this kind man? You shouldn't ask her such a question, Frances Catherine said. But do you, Gillian?

they'd become good friends before they were old enough to understand they were supposed to be enemies...

I realize you don't understand you shouldn't argue with me, and so I'll explain it to you. Don't argue with me.

He knew she needed time to sort the problem out in her mind. Because he was such a patient man, he decided to give her an hour or two to agree. He thought he was being very courteous, and cautioned himself against letting such consideration become a habit.