Quotes About Understanding

Then again. Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable.

He's a fuckup, but he's my fuckup," and I thought, Oh, shit, I really shouldn't be relating to this, but I am, and so what? That has to be what love is—seeing what a mess he is and loving him anyway, because you know you're a mess, too, maybe even worse.

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

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

You know one me. Just like I know one you. But you can't know every me, Evan. And I can't know every you.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is. I think I understand her—for a moment, I presume to understand her—but then, from within this sadness, she surprises me with a brief flash of determination. Bravery, even.

Lets always love each other, and never be in love with each other. And I agreed.

Do you really exist? I blurt out. Not at all, he says with a smile, I've known that since I was four.

When I say, Be my lover, I don't mean, Let's have an affair. I don't mean Sleep with me. I don't mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back down to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.

You are not alone.

bolster , v . I am very careful whenever I know you're on the phone with your father. I know you'll come to me eventually, and we'll talk you through it. But I have to wait — you need your time. In the meantime, I'm careful what songs I play. I try to speak to you with my selections.

I sing louder and he looks right at me, finally getting it, because what I am saying with the rise of my voice is that I know he understands what music is about, he has seen the Lord in it, even if it's not my Lord.

Even if you're the victor, you've hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the inability to realize that no matter what our religion or gender or race or geographic background, we all have about 98 percent in common with each other.... For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

The desire to be heard is as deeply seeded as the desire to be loved. For some people, it doesn't matter who's on the other end.

They don't have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.

We're told that the most powerful words in the world are 'I love you.' And while I think those are powerful, I think equally powerful is this phrase: I have started to know you, and I want to know more.

He plants himself right there in front of Craig's mother and says, "You need to love him. I don't care who you thought he was, or who you want him to be, you need to love him exactly as he is because your son is a remarkable human being. You have to understand that." And Craig's mother whispers back, "I know. I know.

They never played games with each other, they never had tow worry where they stood, because if either of them had a moment of wavering, the other would say I love you and would mean it and all doubts were forgiven because in this one case it was found that love conquers all.

You didn't move your arm. You let me rest there. You didn't pull away. You pulled closer. You were so good to me. You knew and pretended you didn't. "Let's always love each other, and never be in love with each other." And I agreed.

I have to keep reminding myself -- this is not me . It is chemistry. It is biology. It is not who I am.

By the time I got there, you'd already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

We never figured out whether I need to be more reassuring or if he just needs reassurance too much. We both try to readjust our settings to make it okay

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