Quotes About Understanding

I've noticed that the magic of getting along with someone isn't really magic. If you break it down, you can see how it happens. You say something a bit off-center and see if they react. If they get it, they push it a bit further. Then it's your turn again. And theirs. And so on, until it's banter. Once it's banter, it's friendship.

Someday I'll understand more of these things. At the moment I just have to think them through. Not everything you want to know is explained properly on Google.

Lassan azért kezdek rájönni, hogy sokszor azokra érdemes odafigyelni, akik nem járatják folyton a szájukat.

because we were all catching on to the fact that some questions were better not asked. Piper

Gil me ha dicho que para traducir bien tienes que ser un camaleón, ponerte en la piel de otra persona, meterte en tu cabeza. He visto esa transformación en él; da la sensación de que sus rasgos, y a veces su personalidad, cambian con cada voz que adopta, con cada libro.

and sometimes I looked back at him doing the same expression myself just to see what he'd say.

he knew the answers to questions you hadn't even got around to asking yet.

She recognized that that is how friendships begin: one person reveals a moment of strangeness, and the other person decides just to listen and not exploit it.

But it had no doubt sprung from true emotion, for all that parents ever wanted, really, was for you to love their child the way they did.

The world is so enormous, but if you have places where they know what you like to drink, then all is well.

to find out what another human being feels, a person who isn't you; to get a look under the hood, so to speak. A deep look inside. That's what writing is supposed to do.

When you looked closely at anything, you could almost faint, Jules thought, although you had to look closely if you wanted to have any knowledge at all in life.

The mystery of desire was way beyond the conceptual abilities of Jules Jacobson. It was like ... robotics. Just another subject that she couldn't understand at all.

But all she could feel was that he was her friend, her wonderful and gifted friend.

A child just wants to love her parents and to be loved, and it seems like it should be simple to do that, but sometimes it's not.

Power structures were always fairly easy to figure out if you took a moment to observe the people involved.

Even when I can't relate on a personal level, she makes me know what she feels, and that's really something. To find out what another human being feels, a person who isn't you; to get a look under the hood, so to speak. A deep look inside. That's what writing is supposed to do.

But maybe in life, she thought later, there are not only moments of strangeness but moments of knowledge, which don't appear at the time as knowledge at all

Part of the beauty of love was that you didn't need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain. With love, apparently you didn't necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all.

Marriage, I don't think, is like that. It's something else. It's a thing in which you get to see your closest friend become more of who she already is.

After all, you could use your outside voice and scream your head off, but sometimes it didn't seem as if the screaming was being heard.

We are all here on this earth for only one go-round. And everyone thinks their purpose is just to find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is also to find out what other people need. And maybe the world does not actually need to see you,

If Jules or Ash needed to see each other, then the two husbands stepped aside. It almost seemed gratifying to the men to step aside in those moments, remembering what women could have together that men rarely could.

What are you asking me exactly?' Gudrun said. 'Why do I think the problems between the men and women of the world are the way they are today? You want to know whether the problems that you teenagers feel- will they follow you the rest of your lives? Will your hearts always be aching? Is that what you are asking me?' Goodman shifted in discomfort. 'Something like that,' he said. 'Yes,' said the counselor in a suddenly plangent voice. 'Always they will be acing.