Quotes About Understanding

He tried to formulate the words that might make her understand—might make her forgive him.

It was like she could see his heart through his eyes, and it was clear that she was breaking it—breaking him.

Zoey~ 'Listen to me, whinning about money and a scarf. Ah, hell! I'm starting to sound like Aphrodite.' Stark~ 'If you turn into Aprodite I'm going to stab myself.' Zoey~ 'If I turn into Aprodite, stab me first.' Stark~ 'Deal.' Zoey~ 'Deal.

Oh. Yeah. That does make sense." Shaylin hesitated. "But I don't know which dorm room is hers." "Third floor, number thirty-six. When they shared a brain, they used to say it stood for their chest size. I said it was their combined IQ." "Of course you did," Shaylin said. "See, you do understand me!" Aphrodite said with fake enthusiasm.

People who are filled with hate don't know how to handle love.

if the goddes can forgive her, can't we? I think there's a big difference between forgiving her and makin her into something she wasn't just because she's dead

Every day you seem to know less and less about more and more

Hugo?' 'Millicent?' 'Is that you?' 'Yes. Is that you?' 'Yes.' Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.

The funny thing was that he wasn't altogether a fool in other ways. Deep down in him there was a kind of stratum of sense. I had known him, once or twice, show an almost human intelligence. But to reach that stratum, mind you, you needed dynamite.

Gussie and I, as I say, had rather lost touch, but all the same I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.

Billie knew all. And, terrible though the fact is as an indictment of the male sex, when a woman knows all, there is invariably trouble ahead for some man.

I must explain Henry early, to avoid disappointment.

There are certain moments in life when words are not needed. I looked at Biffy, Biffy looked at me. A perfect understanding linked our two souls. ? !

She was standing by the barometer, which, if it had had an ounce of sense in its head, would have been pointing to 'Stormy' instead of 'Set Fair

On broader lines he's like those chappies who sit peering sadly over the marble battlements at the Pennsylvania Station in the place marked Inquiries. You know the Johnnies I mean. You go up to them and say: When's the next train for Melonsquashville, Tennessee? and they reply, without stopping to think, Two-forty-three, track ten, change at San Francisco. And they're right every time. Well, Jeeves gives you just the same impression of omniscience.

Now look here, old friend, I said. I know your bally heart is broken and all that, and at some future time I shall be delighted to hear all about it, but - I didn't come to talk about that. No? Good egg! The past, said young Bingo, is dead. Let us say no more about it. Right-o! I have been wounded to the very depths of my soul, but don't speak about it. I won't. Ignore it. Forget it. Absolutely! I hadn't seen him so dashed reasonable for days.

You know, with the most charitable feelings towards him, there are moments when you can't help thinking that young Bingo ought to be in some sort of a home.

The ideal girl . . . would be kind. That was because she would also be extremely intelligent, and, being extremely intelligent, would have need of kindness to enable her to bear with a not very intelligent man like himself.

They're soul mates. She has about as much brain as a retarded billiards ball, and he approximately the same.

The whole wheeze in married life, he had come to learn, was to give the opposite number as few opportunities of saying 'Oh, how could you?' as possible.

Fond as he was of Pongo, Lord Ickenham could not see him as a breaker of hearts. Yet it appeared plain that his loss had left a large gap in this girl's life.

Mary, in these days, simply couldn't see that he was on the earth. She looked round him, above him, and through him, but never at him;

She was a shrewd woman, and knew that the art of life is to know when to stop talking. What words have accomplished, too many words can undo. Good-bye.

It just showed once again that half the world doesn't know how the other three quarters live