Quotes About Understanding

Maybe he wouldn't say anything, which is the worst thing men do.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.

There was no apology in her eyes, no love or caring. But she saw me, I existed, and this lifted the beams off my shoulders. It takes so little.

Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think.

We grew still and stared at each other. It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other's eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink. For a very long time, you didn't need to get more ink, there was no reason to get anything else, because she was as good as me, she lived on earth like me, she suffered as I did.

So this was what it was like not to be me.

I went home early to study my apartment before the class. I wanted to look at everything through her eyes. I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.

I wanted to be the kind of teacher who learned from her students.

and together we pushed through paragraphs, painstakingly sounding out the words, knitting them into human sentences that said very little.

Not everyone has to be literate, there are some great reasons for resisting language, and one of them is love.

It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

on the long ride home, neither of us said anything. we were kites flying in opposite directions attached to strings held by one hand.

In truth, I had not yet learned how to hate anyone but my parents. I was actually just standing there in love. I was not even really standing; if she had walked away suddenly, I would have fallen.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl

Because we are in the same business, he didn't have to explain that "typo" is short for "typographical error." If Helena had come out, we would have had to stop using our industry lingo so that she could understand us

That's the problem with men my age, I'm somehow older than them.

cu fiecare dragoste tr?ie?ti alt? realitate.

Azi ÅŸtiu c? a fi matur, a fi om întreg, nu înseamn? altceva decât a înÅ£elege c? eÅŸti r?u, fundamental ÅŸi dincolo de orice altceva.

Fiindc? nu putem scoate lumea din burta, de chinuim s? o scoatem din cap.

We are like people drawn inside of a square on a piece of paper. We cannot get out of the black lines, we exhaust ourselves by examining every part of the square, hoping to find a fissure. Until one of us suddenly understands, because he was predestined to understand, that within the plane of the paper escape is impossible. That the exit, simple and open wide, is perpendicular to the paper, in a third dimension that up until that moment was inconceivable.

We ought to have a sensory organ that can tell sign from coincidence.