Quotes About Understanding

Maybe we're all like that with our mothers. They seem ordinary until one day they're extraordinary.

How do we fall in love? ... How different it is with friendship. No one picks a friend for us. We come together by choice. We are not tied together through ceremony or the responsibility to create a son. We tie ourselves together through moment. The spark when we first meet. Laughter and tears shared. Secrets packed away to be treasured, hoarded, and protected. The wonder that someone can be so different from you and yet still understand your heart in a way no one else ever will.

To understand everything is to forgive.

I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's husband, and for one's laotong. I've experienced the other types of love--pity love, respectful love and gratitude love. But looking at our secret fan with its messages written between Snow Flower and me over many years, I see that I didn't value the most important love--deep-heart love.

He knew what he did because all Venetians knew it.

Our faces were overly close, and in that moment something more passed between us. I'd never felt this kind of thing with a guy – such a connection. I knew, in my head, that we were practically strangers; but this thing – whatever it was – made me feel known. Seen. Acknowledged and appreciated and admired.

Without sorrow, 'tis difficult to know the full threshold of joy.

Without sorry, 'tis difficult to know the full threshold of joy.

above all, I knew love. In me and beside me and around me. Behind me and before me.

To judge another is to sit on our Savior's throne. And not a one of us—be they white or black—has that power.

We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridley Jones

Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.

Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time.

Patience--"It's just that you needn't have gone to all the trouble." Matthew--"Trouble? What trouble is that, Patience?" His eyes dropped to her mouth. "Don't you see? You're no trouble to me." He lifted his gaze back to hers. "And even if you were, I would go to the ends of the earth to be troubled by you.

Life is not unlike cinema. Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment.

Sometimes we must try to view the actions of those around us with forgiveness. We must realize that they are going on the only road they can see. Sometimes we cannot raise our chins and see eye to eye, so we must bow our heads and have faith in one another.

Sad thing when stories die for the lack of listenin' ears.

What we cannot change, we must endure without bitterness. Sometimes we must try to view the actions of those around us with forgiveness. We must realize that they are going on the only road they can see. Sometimes we cannot raise our chins and see eye to eye, so we must bow our heads and have faith in one another.

Maybe there came a point in life where you had to quit categorizing whole groups of people by a few bad experiences.

I always assume people's behaviors are a reaction to something I've done, not that they're just doing their thing.

I want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't.

Stories change people. History, real history, helps people understand each other, see each other from the inside out.

I was not alone in the human condition.

I need more pieces to the puzzle, but no one is going to hand them to me. I have to find them. Dig them from their hiding places, from the ground and the people. Listen, the road seems to admonish. Listen. I have stories. I close my eyes, and I hear voices. Thousands whispering all at once. I can't make out any single one, but I know they're here. What do they have to say?