Quotes About Understanding

You will always miss her. I know that from experience. There will be days—even years from now—when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away. But there will be good days, too; months and years of them. In one way or another, you'll be searching for her all your life. You'll find her, too. As you grow up, you'll understand her more and more. I promise you that.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing." "I'm just supposed to watch her make a mistake?" "Sometimes, yes. And then you stand by to pick up the pieces.

I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

How could any woman know her own story until she knew her mother's? "They take me prisoner instead," Mom said, still staring out the window.

Adults always talked about mistakes, the cost of doing the wrong thing. She wished she'd listened now.

Have we? Have we lost our light, or have we perhaps just glimpsed it for the first time?

When you get older, you'll understand. There's a certain comfort in the familiar.

She wouldn't have understood how dark a side love could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.

As I write, I am reminded of that passage from the Bible—the one that is read at every wedding: "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child." Now, I understand as an adult. Maybe for the first time in my life. This article would break my mother's heart, and perhaps even worse, her spirit. That didn't matter to me a week ago; in fact, I wanted to hurt her then. My only excuse: then I was a child.

They both understood; every at-home mom in the world understood. Ultimately there were prices to be paid for the choices a woman made.

Love wasn't a great, burning brushfire that swept across your soul and charred you beyond recognition. It was being there, simply that.

Kid, the people who love you stay. You've already learned that. Go find your mom and tell her you've been as dumb as a box of marbles. And let her hold you tight.

Kate placed her hand on her mother's. They both understood; every at-home mom in the world understood. Ultimately there were prices to be paid for the choices a woman made. "You're my hero, Mom," Kate said simply.

They were lovers who didn't love each other, and that made talking easier.

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Leni hadn't understood then. Now she did. She saw how love could be dangerous and beyond control. Ravenous. Leni had it in her to love the way her mother did. She knew that now.

Love is what remains when everything else is gone. This is what I should have told my children when we left Texas. What I will tell them tonight. Not that they will understand yet. How could they? I am forty years old, and I only just learned this fundamental truth myself. Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation

Love is what remains when everything else is gone. This is what I should have told my children when we left Texas. What I will tell them tonight. Not that they will understand yet. How could they? I am forty years old, and I only just learned this fundamental truth myself.

They'd sewn their lives together in the silent way of women unused to conversation.

Her brother giggled. Kate rolled her eyes and went upstairs. It was so lame. How could her brother laugh at the same stupid joke every day? The answer came as quickly as the question had: because he had friends. Life with friends made everything easier.

They call you names because they don't want to think of you as like them.

Ser jovem não nem nada a ver com amor. Uma mulher pode ser uma menina e ainda assim conhecer o próprio coração.

At six, she left Jack a note on the kitchen counter, just in case he got home before she did. It was a wasted gesture, of course. With his homing skills, she'd be through menopause by the time he found it.