Quotes About Understanding

Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When he's done good and made things easy for everybody? That ain't the time at all. It's when he's at his lowest……and he can't believe in himself because the world's whipped him so!

Love isn't found in words, Kate. It's found in quiet moments, a look, a sigh, a smile, a gladness." She sighed. "And very often, it's shown with sacrifice.

It's difficult when you love someone whom you know on some level is wicked.

Why couldn't women understand that hate could not hurt if there was no semblance of love?

Could love have only one side to it and still be love?

Where do you find your faith in me, Catherine?" "From coming to know you.

From the corner of her eye, she watched Clay walk to his wagon, where he'd find no shade. Isolated. Alone. How simple it would be to prepare him a plate and walk to the wagon to give it to him. How difficult to step into his world of loneliness.

Life was a strange circle. She tried not to decipher it, but rather to accept it as it came.

You think the only battles fought are done so with rifles, and the only wounds that kill draw blood. You think courage is loud, boisterous, and proud. Mrs. Warner, I don't think you have a clue as to what this memorial truly represents." -Clay to Meg

They were bound together by the things they'd done. Things the nobility could never comprehend being desperate enough to do

Wait here, Miz Meg, and we'll holler when we're undressed and under the covers. We know it don't bother you seein' our backsides since you're a widow and all, but it'd sure bother us… even though you've seen "em before. We kinda like to keep 'em to ourselves

She wondered if any of them had truly understood the cost of what they were asking of each other.

I understand why you did what you did. Perhaps a part of me even admires you for it. But I can't forgive you for it.

If it pleases you." And in his wprds, as always, Kate heard the echo of I love you.

It would imply an intimacy we do not share.

of each other, and I daresay we'd all be rather boring.

Why did you tell me all this?" "So if I die, you'd know not to come looking for me when you get to heaven.

Yes, well, I'm not at all surprised by that revelation, but you see I'm making love to her and that requires a certain finesse, which I doubt your father has the wherewithal to possess.

I would never understand photography, the sneaky, murderous taxidermy of it.

As complexity rises, precise statements lose meaning and meaningful statements lose precision

If you have no more happiness to give: Give me your pain.

Whoever reaches into a rosebush may seize a handful of flowers; but no matter how many one holds, it's only a small portion of the whole. Nevertheless, a handful is enough to experience the nature of the flowers. Only if we refuse to reach into the bush, because we can't possibly seize all the flowers at once, or if we spread out our handful of roses as if it were the whole of the bush itself -- only then does it bloom apart from us, unknown to us, and we are left alone.

What does not engage our feelings does not long engage our thoughts either.

The closer two people stand to each other inwardly, the more readily they become for each other the condition under which alone their two beings find expression.