Quotes About Understanding

You're judging her by her literacy," Tara says. "You're a literacist." "You've made that up.

We don't even love each other. I do a bit, you know. You do what a bit? You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit. I think I kind of love you too.

It's like geographical humor. You just don't get it unless you were there.

They're my best friends, I'm going to know them until the day I die.

Fifteen minutes later I was an expert. That's all you need. I think I was even getting the upper hand, which is very simple with a guy. Anything seems to turn them on.

She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.

You don't use words like 'kind of interested' to describe how I feel about you.

They either don't get it or don't want to. Maybe I'm just not selling it well.

The boy in the tree sobs uncontrollably when I tell him about the Hermit and my mother, yet his eyes light up each time I mention Hannah. And every single time he asks, "Taylor, what about the Brigadier who came searching for you that day? Whatever became of him?" I try to explain that the Brigadier is of no importance to my story, but he always shakes his head as if he knows better.

These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.

I won't push you for it anymore, okay. We'll stick to clever conversation. A bit of this and that won't hurt. Yeah, it won't hurt you. It'll drive me bloody crazy.

All I need to understand is the unwritten law of warriors," he said firmly. "And women and children are never sent to do our work without our protection." He pointed to the trees, emphatically. "That's the language I share with them.

I spent the whole morning looking at him. He looked at Mama. Mama looked at me. Then he would look at me. I would look at Mama. She would look at him. In different circumstances, I'd be amused.

We just have to learn to meet each other halfway okay?

How is it that she spoke to you of such things?" Quintana asked. "Oh, you know. She opened her mouth and words came out.

When one is silent, those around speak even more, my lord.

He held her against him and for once he understood what she had felt every day that he had known her

Thomas Mackee and Jimmy Hailler grasp each other's hands, one of those brothers-in-arms-we-fought-in-Nam-together grips, but outside this room I don't think they relate.

Froi noticed that she said "carrying mine," not "carrying you." Lirah and Gargarin still had not acknowledged him as theirs, and he realized that he wanted more from them than they were willing to give. But they seemed broken people who were not good with words, so he kept his silence.

Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they're some kind of garbage, don't you know? Wonder dies.

and his face is so close to mine that it's like he can see inside my soul

Suddenly the strangeness of Quintana of Charyn's face made sense. Because it was a face meant for laughing, but it had never been given a chance. It robbed Phaedra of her breath.

Can you not see [hope] burning in her eyes? Does it not make you want to look away when you have none to give in return?

Sometimes you don't let us talk about how we're feeling. If we feel scared, you say, 'Nothing to worry about, guys,' but that doesn't make it go away. It makes it grow.