Quotes About Understanding

I want to be a wise woman

Kids are smart. Knowledge is power. Let them figure things out. Don't turn into that grown-up who they won't come to.

It wasn't that he didn't love me, because I knew he did. As for me, I loved him so much it hurt.

Sometimes, with Cinnamon, it was like she fell into this "impress the guy" mode and forgot the primary rule of friendship, which was to make your bud look good in front of her boy. Not stupid.

I'm sorry," he said again, and this time he took those words and owned them.

Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer.

no means no, u weirdo stalkerhead!

The best thing you can do is find someone who loves you when you're pretty, when you're ugly, when you're mad, when you're happy. Someone who, no matter what, is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass.

But sometimes I need someone to shine a little light on me, too.

Tobin turned to Angie. "I'm such an idiot. Why didn't you remind me?" She smiled drowsily. "That you're an idiot? Okay: you're an idiot." "Oh that's great, thanks," he said. She giggled.

I don't mean to be cold...But sometimes I need someone to shine a light on me, too.

That's why I love that kid. I can get a proper roasting from him and still be good friends.

If you have a girlfriend—when you have a girlfriend—make sure you take care of her just like she takes care of you.

Maybe being known by someone, really being known by someone, wasn't a party trick like ESP. Maybe it was about opening your heart to that person, consciously and on purpose.

I didn't say it was dumb. It's what you feel,and guess what?Feelings are like 3yr. olds.They're not rational. They're just there.

Mysteries are worth examining, even if they're too big to be understood.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

So," says my sister. "Do you feel like a mother yet?" I surprise myself by saying yes. "Cool," says my sister. "When did this happen?" "I don't know," I say. "Last Tuesday maybe?" I want to chart love, to code it or encrypt it. Love = proximity + time. Love = oxytocin + night feedings. But in the end, I'm no closer to understanding it, even when I feel it.

OH THAT I COULD GO TO THE SKY WHERE I MIGHT FIND A CLEAR KNOWING.

I couldn't reach her. I was never able to reach her. Maybe she moved at a pace too fast. Maybe she was too sad. She held herself stiff, a lacquered lady. I think because I couldn't feel her, I couldn't feel myself.

There's no room in a small town for grudges.

ever wanted. He loved the wild. He wanted to protect grizzlies. He would have understood that the grizzly was protecting her cubs. There were tracks everywhere. We should have known to stay away. My dad shouldn't have died that day. And those bears shouldn't have died, either.

They were alike, Dex realized.