Quotes About Understanding

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

Tell your friends not to think aloud Until they swallow.

We are all matelots of perception – our sails adjusted consequently.

You can argue with someone's opinion, but you can't argue with their story.

You can change things by looking," Papa said. He showed me this with a coin. "Look at it this way," Papa said, showing me the round, flat side of the coin, the one with the king's head on. "Easy to see immediately what this thing is. It's a coin! No doubt about it. But look at it this way," and he moved the coin end-on, so it seemed a thin strip of grooved silver. "Not so easy now, is it? Remember, Mhairi, things don't always come with labels on.

She wanted to ask what he meant but in the game they played she lost points if she had to ask.

She said nothing, hoping her silence would goad him into explaining.

Not knowing the right definitions is no different from not having the right tools to fix a burst water pipe.

Hild knew where this was going, but questions would only send Begu's thoughts flying in all directions.

Therese lifted her shoulders, losing that zen poise as nasty reality intruded on her nice, clean, middle-class understanding.

If I chose Kick, she would accept us without reservation and never remind me of this conversation by word or deed; she would close over it like the ocean over a swimmer's head.

No one but her uncle knew that under Fursey's tutelage she could make her letters or that she understood Latin if it was spoken slowly-and even he seemed content to let her learn privately.

No doubt her uncle had his reasons.

It was easy to talk to Begu. Perhaps because she said such strange things, perhaps because Hild got the sense she never took people seriously.

She and Eric were not looking at each other, but I could tell that, in the way of some couples, they were intensely aware of each other's body language and were exchanging a private communication.

In my imagination I smiled back at her, then found I was smiling down at her because she was in a wheelchair.

She had found that people, especially people who spoke a different tongue, would get anxious if they didn't get to have their say in their own way, even if they spoke in a long rush, burying to get their words out.

She mused on the words and beads for days but couldn't see the pattern.

If Gwladus was here, maybe the lady would smile sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't be so pitiless.

Begu was the only person who didn't make her angry. With Begu she didn't have to think.

When I was young, it was about winning, about making the other do what I want. But sometime in the last ten years…Well, I changed." She didn't look at Eric, but I got the impression their feet were touching under the table. "Now instead of charging at people, sword drawn, I find it much more enjoyable and productive to run alongside them, learn their stride and rhythm, whether or not we could run together in the long term.

Hild realised her mother had deflected her somehow, as she always did.

For now that they sat close Peretur understood that the cool depths she had dreamt of lived as much in this woman as in the lake.

We had never really talked to each other after I was nine years old. She had been busy and I had been resentful. I had grown up independent, and then she had not known how to find me. I wasn't even sure she wanted to, or what she might find if she did.