Quotes About Understanding

God has a plan and it isn't for us to understand, only to know that He has his reasons and because He is all merciful and all loving we can depend on it that there is purpose in whatever He does and it is for our own good. What you must understand without any question or doubt is that I believe this and trust him and you must, too. What

In the limousine on the way to my father's graveside services, I started to cry. My mother slapped me and told me to stop crying. I lacked a model to show me how to feel compassion for my pain.

I know you have been looking for someone to listen to you, to believe you, and no one helped; they all blamed you. You believe you are bad. That's not true!

It is my experience that you must heal in order to forgive.

Forgiveness is not a commodity that can be handed out. It is a relationship that must be entered into. — Karl Rahner

To understand is to forgive, even oneself. —Alexander Chase

I always related to the pain of others; I had become numb and unaware of my own.

Your mother has had a rough life," Grandmother pleaded her daughter's case. "You should feel sorry for her instead of making things tougher for her. Bill was mean and cruel and much worse than Ed. The problem with you Nancy, is you're not forgiving," she concluded.

Nurturing family relationships were outside my realm of experience.

I didn't understand the experience of receiving empathy, or that I could even successfully seek empathy.

Our goal, then, is not to eliminate the feelings of anger from our parental repertoire. We couldn't, even if we wanted to. Rather, it is to find ways to express ourselves when we are angry that do not hurt, insult, demean, or inspire revenge and rage in our children.

On rare occasions, I find I have only to think about asking Eli for something—a transition from walk to trot, say, or a change of rhythm within the trot—for him to oblige me. At such moments, I believe that I have finally found my religion. I

To her, everything is beautiful in its own way, and everyone is a friend just waiting for her. And somehow it works for her.

To S.H. & M.H.: Rot. E.H.

It was odd how often this happened, Ginger and Mimi retaining different slivers of family memory. It was almost as if the recollections had been split down the middle and doled out: you get this, I get that, so no one would be privy to it all.

what was her life about? Did she mean nothing?

This sister thing, Marina thought, is as complicated and incomprehensible as particle physics.

The most terrible thing about marriage, I suppose, is that we know and understand each other's weaknesses and fears as much as we know our strengths and desires.

A good friend once said, "If you break your arm, people rush to bring you flowers, food, and sympathy, but if your mind breaks even just a little, people run away, frightened and dismayed.

Perhaps in every close friendship there is an element of, if not competition, then comparison. Perhaps that is one of the things that makes a friend belong especially to us. Somehow, in the secrecy of our hearts, a scale must balance.

It's funny, but if I had to say whom I'm closer to, who knows me better, I'd have a hard time choosing between my husband and my best friend.

How odd it was, Eleanor thought, to have grown children who've become people you don't really know. Or maybe it was this way only in her family.

The only forgiveness I can muster is to call him human. 

I have particularly acute hearing, but Gran had obviously forgotten this fact.