Quotes About Understanding

Even when I piss you off, you're going to be there. Like I'm going to be there even when you piss me off.

Martha, I wonder if you can ever truly know someone you love until you have been married near forever." It was Martha's turn for an encouraging nod. "Loving someone and coming to know them better," Jack went on, "I think that will be an adventure all its own.

Do you know what it is to find someone who accepts you for what you are, and is willing to love you anyway?

sympathetic.

I see you. I know you. I love you.

I don't care for the fact that you have a point. ~ Roarke

That was the woman he loved, no matter how much she could--and did--infuriate him.

The heart and the brain don't always mesh, do they? I know your heart, darling Eve, but your brain still has some mysterious corners.

I know love, and what it does to you, for you. I know that it can bloom out of friendship, or that friendship can open out of love. Both are precious. And when you have both, there's little that can't be done.

I've already explained

Does that mean you're going to stop worrying about me worrying?" "It's moving that way. We probably just need to have a good fight over something, finish it off. A good fight can work like a good orgasm, and clear things out.

You fit, you know, you and Dallas. Christ, the two of you fit." They did, yes, Roarke thought when the door closed. But the fit wasn't always comfortable.

He was a man who adored women, and understood their wrath. In other words, he feared them.

Understanding wasn't always the answer. He knew that. Accepting was.

Roarke, I'm working on it. On what? On accepting what you seem to feel for me. He lifted a brow. Work harder, he suggested.

There are people who have the capacity to imagine themselves as someone else, there are people who have no such capacity (when the lack is extreme, we call them psychopaths), and there are people who have the capacity but choose not to exercise it.

For, seen from the outside, from a being who is alien to it, reason is simply a vast tautology.

All is allegory... Each creature is key to all other creatures.

There is no lie that does not have at its core some truth. One must only know how to listen.

You have a false understanding of what it means to read. Reading is not just turning printed signs into sounds. Reading is something deeper. True reading means hearing what the book has to say and pondering it— perhaps even having a conversation in your mind with the author. It means learning about the world— the world as it really is, not as you wish it to be.

Es ist nicht die Sprache, die den Menschen zum Menschen macht, sondern die Sprache der anderen.

Is this love - this easy generosity, this sense of being understood at last, of not having to pretend?

we can pretend that the book in question is not Mr. West's but mine, made mine by the madness of my reading.

Y qué es la verdad sino la manera en que son las cosas?