Quotes About Understanding

Nei com-mar-pe ein. " She clutched her skirt. "What does that mean?" "I love you.

I was just thinking. Once I get home, we'll be enemies again. My people would shoot you if you ever came around. And that--" She sniffed and swiped at her eyes. "That makes me sad. And sort of scared. What if there was an Indian attack? What if I--" She turned her head to study him. "I might look down the barrel of a rifle someday, and it might be you at the other end." "I will not lift my blade against you.

If we meet in battle, I will know the song your heart sings, eh? And you will know mine.

What if you were attacking a farm, and you saw me at one of the windows? What would you do?" "I would salute you. There will be no war between us.

Can I ask something?" Hunter's mouth lifted at one corner. "If I say no, you will be silent?" "Are you saying I talk too much?

Mostly I'd like to feel a little less, know a little more.

Sem as palavras, o que pode um espírito fazer? Sovar a lama, grunhir. Era o meu caso.

Then he said, "Nice bed head," and I knew it was the real Spencer.

I had said that to him dozens of times over the . . . ' 'Yes, we have heard you make that statement already. Now will you

The ignorant frighten children with ghosts, and the better educated assure them there is no such thing. Our understanding may believe the latter, but our instincts believe the former; so that, out of this education, we retain the terror, and just believe enough to make it very troublesome whenever we are placed in circumstances that awaken it.

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.

Paintings are easy to see," he said after a moment. "Open, presented flat to the eye. Words are not easy. Words have to be discovered, deep in their pages, deciphered, translated, read. Words are symbols to be encoded, their letters trees in a forest, enmeshed, their tangled meanings never finally picked apart.

Understanding's not enough. Understanding's from outside; merely a function of the mind. [. . .] To enter, that's the secret. To become the bridge, to crawl into its sap, to sway with it, to rot over centuries as its heartwood rots. When you are the bridge you will know what the bridge knows. It takes time. A lifetime. And skill.

Only the man who knows freedom can define his prison.

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

She says you're not truly human until you've had your heart broken and you've broken someone's heart.

I'd promised myself that I'd really work on talking more, talking about uncomfortable things, because I could see from Brian how well things could work out if you did.

Love is the hardest thing in the world.

Second, I told her that every time she felt angry she should remember that anger is a defence, not a feeling, and to analyze what feeling the anger was covering.

Laura, you're demanding that I act like the parent you had, the man who was uninterested in your pain. You're used to no one responding to your sadness, but I don't want that role. Right now I feel in a bind.

Okay, okay, I can see that she couldn't love me, but why did she hate me and call me a monster?" "Why did the gorilla hit the tiny baby gorilla and no other one?" Madeline was silent for a long time. "The infant wanted what she couldn't give.

One was the rule of human nature: You get what you give. That phrase galvanized her. She'd had no idea that she had the right to give her mother only what she received from her—which was precious little.

I was beginning to see that it didn't matter at all if I knew what was wrong with a client. The art of therapy is getting the client to see it.