Quotes About Understanding

Boys, if you like her, if she makes you happy, and if you fell like you know her, don't let her go.

O amor é sempre paciente e terno, nunca é invejoso. O amor nunca é pretensioso, nem vaidoso. Nunca é indelicado, nem egoista. Não se ofende, não é rancoroso. O amor não se congratula com os pecados dos outros, mas deleita-se com a verdade. Está sempre disposto a perdoar, a confiar, a esperar e a suportar todas as contrariedades.

But I don't know his hobbies, or the kind of house he lives in, the food he likes, or any books or movies that he may have enjoyed. In other words, we're friends, but really, we're not. (p. 119, Trevor Benson)

I'm sorry, I said again. Whenever someone tells you something sad, it's the only thing you can think to say, even if you've already said it.

I am listening," he said. "I just hear the things you're not saying.

Los niños se ponen insoportables cuando empiezan a comprender el mundo de los adultos, sin tener la madurez de los adultos para enfrentarse a todo lo que pasa a su alrededor.

She hoped he dreamed of playing with other children, children who responded to him, children who didn't shy away because he didn't speak. In his dreams, she hoped he was happy. God could at least do that much, couldn't he?

I understood then what my aunt had been trying to tell me, just as I knew my parents still loved me. I knew they wanted the best for me, now and in the future. But they wanted to see their own feelings in the photos, not mine. They wanted me to see myself in the same way they did. My parents, I knew, wanted to see disappointment.

There is no teaching, there is only learning' over and over.

Tenía que admitir que todavía había muchos detalles que desconocía de él, pero de una cosa estaba segura: él la complementaba de una forma que nunca jamás habría pensado que fuera posible.

I shall look at the world through tears. Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see.

There are no key terms. There are no themes, no thesis sentences. There are no main ideas. Life's curriculum is infinite. Most of the interesting things we know we can't explain. Most of what we need to know we were not taught.

anthology knowledge isn't real knowledge.

Having you in my life is so comforting, because it's like you feel and say all the same things I always did, but hearing you say them somehow confirms them for me, the way it's impossible to feel the same pleasure from running your own fingers through your own hair. What I'm trying to say is, you just can't tickle yourself.

We spent all those years talking about stuff we had in common, and the last few months noticing all the ways we were different and it broke both of our hearts.

When your sad--like really sad--you only want to be with other people who are sad.

I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world, so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?

In other words, it's one of those books you thrust on your partner with an incredulous cry of This is me!

I was still owed an explanation, I thought, but so what? What good was it going to do me? It wouldn't have made me any happier. It was like scratching when you have chicken pox. You think it's going to help, but the itch moves over, and then moves over again. My itch suddenly felt miles away, and I couldn't have reached it with the longest arms in the world. Realizing that made me scared that I was going to be itchy forever, and I didn't want that.

You have to work at relationships. You can't just walk out on them every time something goes wrong.

We have one of those conversations where every thing clicks, meshes, corresponds, locks, where even our pauses, even our punctuation marks, seem to be nodding in agreement.

Knowing that you want to die makes you less scared.

But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.

Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.