Quotes About Understanding

If we could allow the pace of our meetings to slow down to the pace of our hearts, we might find genuine understanding.

Recognizing the difference between power and love is difficult if we were raised in a home where power was disguised as love.

Whatever word you use to describe diving into the deepest part of a human. Take your pick; they're all woefully inadequate, but they're also all we have.

It's ok to feel happy, right? She hoped he'd know what she meant.

Clare wasn't worried anymore about their being mean to each other. She imagined that someday she'd be part of a friendship in which she and the friend thought so highly of each other and were so sure of this that they could say anything.

I've always found allegories kind of comforting. When you encounter people named Liar and Abstinence, you might not be crazy about them, but you know exactly what you're getting into.

Honestly, William, time ?' his mother had snapped. ' Distance ? Those things have nothing whatsoever to do with love. Who knows that better than you?

He wasn't looking at her, was at such an oblique angle to her that his face was little more than a sliver, but she knew him at once. "It was like reading," she would try to explain later, and she wasn't talking about phonics. She didn't break him into syllables—shoulders, hair, shirt collar, hand, nose, cheekbone—and put him back together again; she didn't sound him out. He was a language she knew, and it was whole-word recognition: Will.

We think our parents are in charge, right? Like they know what they're doing? But the truth is, they're making it up as they go along, just like we are. Just like everyone. If we judge them by their worst mistakes, they're all, like, gargantuan failures. Maybe you should try judging your mom by her intentions, by whether she, like, loves you and is doing her best.

Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears...

I'd figured out that a real life didn't mean attaining my heart's desire, but knowing it, meant not the satisfaction, but the longing. Knowing what you love and why, I found out, is as real as it gets.

Dev felt suddenly ashamed of himself for what he'd thought earlier, back in the car, that Lyssa should keep her craziness to herself, that having to feel compassion for a messed-up, hurting person was annoying and unfair.

What she came to was that even if someone wasn't perfect or even especially good, you couldn't dismiss the love they felt. Love was always love; it had a rightness all its own, even if the person feeling the love was full of wrongness.

When I pointed to the list, he read it quickly, then said, "I wish I'd known what was happening. I wish she'd told me," so ruefully that I wanted to touch him and did.

I'd figured out that a real life didn't mean attaining my heart's desire, but knowing it, meant not in the satisfaction, but the longing. Knowing what you love and why, I found out, is as real as it gets.

Tell me how you are." "I'm fine, Mother." "No one is fine. Fine is a placeholder.

Because answers are inert things that stop inquiry. They make you think you have finished looking. But you are never finished. There are always discoveries that will turn everything you think you know on its head and that will make you ask all over again: Who are we?

She believes her parents do not love her less, only that before, she had a child's notion of love that did not include the small treacheries of delusion and fear and shame.

I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around.

May you walk a lighted path. May you fight for truth - your truth, not someone else's - and may you understand, above all things, that you are the most important concept, theory, and philosophy I have ever known.

Our theory is, if you need the user to tell you what you're selling, then you don't know what you're selling, and it's probably not going to be a good experience.

She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as if she were already in the shell. In their very shell.

New ideas are so important. The art of pleasing is to know what people want even before they want it.

Thor was watching them. 'Gretchen says what we both think,' Thor said quietly.