Quotes About Understanding

Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him', I wrote with more confidence. 'It can't be done. More important-don't let him try to change you.

You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach, he said quietly. So long as you love me.

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.

Aye, I believe ye, Sassenach. But it would ha' been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch.

I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.

A man who had never spoken love to me, who had never needed to, for I knew he loved me, as surely as I knew I lived. For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.

No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know ... He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face. To know what? That should the need come, you might mourn for me that way, he said softly.

Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin? He hesitated a moment before answering. Well, no, he said slowly, so long as it doesna bother you that I am. He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door. Reckon one of us should know what they're doing.

He wanted to ask whether she were insane, but he had been married long enough to know the price of injudicious rhetorical questions.

I understood very well just then, why it is that men measure time. They wish to fix a moment, in the vain hope that doing so will keep it from departing.

Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers.

I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't.

Lord, he'd said. Let me be enough. That prayer had lodged in my heart like an arrow when I'd heard it and thought he asked for help in doing what had to be done. But that wasn't what he'd meant at all—and the realization of what he had meant split my heart in two. I took his face between my hands, and wished so much that I had his own gift, the ability to say what lay in my heart, in such a way that he would know. But I hadn't.

You may have it," he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. "All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if it helps ye, I will live it through again.

Could it be possible that he really did have enough imagination to be able to grasp the truth?

a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact

She supposed that it it perhaps not fair to quarrel with someone on the basis of what you thought they were thinking

You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it.

Ahora sé por qué los judíos y los musulmanes tienen novecientos nombres para denominar a Dios; al amor no le basta con una palabra.

Now, then. What does 'fucking' mean?

I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake. "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you.

Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact

I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say—and what they don't.