Quotes About Understanding

There was something about our silence that made me comfortable. He wasn't talking to me, but I didn't feel ignored. I felt we were part of the same moment, and it didn't need to be defined.

me giving my mom romantic advice is kind of like a goldfish giving a snail advice on how to fly." -Will Grayson (pg. 66)

Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.

moms aren't the best audience for medication humor.

I've known this for a while, but you can know something for years without it really hitting you.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

I love you," she says. "I love you," I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don't deserve it at her expense.

He's not doing it to hurt me. I have to believe that. He's doing it to make himself happy which just happens to hurt me.

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.

The running commentary, the loving support, the jokes and the observations and the random thoughts that are made a little less random when they're shared. The desire to be heard is as deeply seeded as the desire to be loved.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated.

I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference,vif there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know? And I'd say I'll catch you, and you would say, It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

I am worried we've run out of words, and am hoping she is just saving them for later.

When it all come down to it, the thing that matters most in a relationship is principles [...] We have the same idea what's right and what's wrong, and that's got us through any number of things. If you can have that with someone, then you're most of the way toward love. Not just lover-love. Any kind of love.

Falling in love with someone doesn't mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

Jesus died for our sins, Noah says solemnly. What?!? I reply, choking back my thoughts. I was just seeing if you were listening.

You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

Even though you're not my type, gender-wise, you're my type, person-wise.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough