Quotes About Understanding

What's the point of all this magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life. Which is another form of magic, only less showy.

LOVE is one kind of abstraction ...

In the long term, I can see how siblings could be helpful in life?someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or wrong, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at the once, and doesn't mind. I understand that. But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

i think the idea of a 'mental health day' was invented by people who have no clue what it's like to have bad mental health

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.

When people say love is blind, they act like that's a good thing. But some people find their way around in the darkness a little better than others.

It's weird how much that helps. To have one other person know the truth. To have that reflecting back at me. I don't actually need the world to know. Just one or two people.

Supongo que no creo que estas cosas puedan ser fáciles, aunque tampoco veo por qué tendrían que ser difíciles.

No sólo está narrando la historia, me la está dando.

It is unacceptable to sit in your room alone and scream at your life, but it is perfectly acceptable (albeit not exactly normal) to do it with a good friend on the highway, hearing your voice rise to the rush of the window wind and then hearing it be taken away, left behind in your wake.

The worst thing in the world would be to pretend to know the people whose lives I step through. They cannot be home to me. They must be hotel rooms.

So I'd like to remain at that one delicate remove, so you can get to know me without the distraction of other people's noise.

We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

Some of us loved. Some of us couldn't. Some of us were loved. Some of us weren't. Some of us never understood what the fuss was about. Some of us wanted it so badly that we died trying. Some of us swear we died of heartbreak, not AIDS.

I want to tell Rhiannon all about it. Because when something happens, she's the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.

How did you know it was me?" I have to ask. "The way you looked at me," she says. "It couldn't have been anyone else." This

Kids don't really hear their parents giggle enough if you ask me.

Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could really assert itself?

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

I know part of knowing someone is being mean to them or whatever.

I loved you for everything.

We didn't have much in common, but I thought that being gay in common would be enough.

Man kann Worte schenken, aber nicht wegnehmen. Und wenn Worte geschenkt und empfangen werden, dann sind sie etwas Gemeinsames.