Quotes About Understanding

She gave another eye roll and glided away. My admiration for my sister grew. One thing to have children...another to keep them when they hit adolescence.

Love didn't have to be romantic to encircle you in its arms. It didn't have to make your heart race or your toes curl. Love could be just this, the sound of laughter on a warm night, the absolute comfort of being exactly who you were with the person who knew you inside and out.

My blood pressure surges. Folks, unless you've walked the walk, never tell a widow it's time she moved on.

Well, you always remember people who hurt your feelings.

You'll be surprised at how kind most people are.

All I can say is...she's been a good friend. And in her own special way, she's a ball of insecurities, but so aren't we all, right?

Funny, how easy that could be. When you found the right person, there was no hiding of flaws...there was just trying to do better. There was the comfort of admitting your weaknesses and trying to get past them. The knowledge that no one needed you to be on all the time, always fun, upbeat, attentive... He only needed you to be yourself. The security in knowing someone loved simply being with you.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquest of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out, when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

That moment when you've had the worst day ever, and you come home, and you can't go one more step without a long, hard hug from your spouse. Only they have the arms that will do. Only they really understand.

I opened the night table drawer and closed it fast. Okay, then. Mom still had womanly needs. Good for her. I'd get some eye bleach and erase that memory, stat.

Then they'd looked at each other, realization

Thank you," she whispered against his mouth. "Thank you for putting up with me." He kissed her again, then rested his forehead against hers. "You know how it is, Jess," he said, smiling. "Anything for you.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquet of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

Parenthood was ninety percent forgiveness, ten percent lies and a hundred percent love

Love was not all you needed. You needed to match, to fit, to want the same things

Sympathy, not pity. There's a huge difference, and we widows appreciate it, let me tell you.

I'm all used up inside, love." Two tears slid down her cheeks. "That's not how I see you at all." "Which says more about you than it does about me, darling. I'm sorry." He

Hate no one, for hate is a starving beast who has just found its prey.

Expression, voice, and even gestures can tell one much that is not revealed in words.

Only experience, she had learned somewhere along the way, led to wisdom.

You are my moon, my stars and my sky. You are the very breath that gives me life. One day an understanding will come. But for now, we must say goodbye.

No conversation that started with we need to talk ever ended well. It was usually followed by an it's not you, it's

And what is faith?" "The deliberate confidence in the character of God whether we understand or not.

But it did make me realize that I shouldn't go around judging people who have stringy hair, because maybe they have a very good reason for having hair like that.