Quotes About Understanding

Artos is afraid of you, and I begin to understand why.

I told her of your knife fight, and your purchase, and she told me, gravely, to tell you to have a care with the girl. She said wealh and Anglisc do not walk the same path or dream the same dreams. And she should know.

She should have expected her mother to know she knew.

She could speak if she chose, but she was not ready to choose because she did not understand.

I didn't know what to make of this fey mood. He was the one who was supposed to make conversations easier.

There was something about alliances she could not quite see, but the more she thought about it the less clear it became, so she set it aside for later.

All their memories interlock and look down the same path to the same places. Each memory reflects another, repeats, reinforces until the known becomes the only.

Ah, she'd forgotten that. Well, the child needed reminding sometimes.

Anger isn't a bad thing. It's just a feeling. Learn it. Understand it.

She is filled with a light she does not yet understand, my king.

She could never be certain of the queen's feelings, but perhaps on this they were of the same mind.

When you understood what made people happy, you understood them.

It's about letting go. It might sound crazy, but it's a kind of acceptance. A being right there and a not being there.

Watch man and woman, her mother had said, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

The look she gave me was full of meaning, but I had no idea what it was.

Onnen liked Mulstan, Hild could tell. She also knew Onnen liked the way he ran his holdings, though it lacked the fine and sharp efficiency a woman would bring to the housebold. She liked his daughter and his servants and the ease his housefolk felt in the hall. And she leaned in towards him as though she liked his smell. And Mulstan liked her; Hild saw the way his nostrils flared as Onnen laughed at something he said and patted his arm.

Something in her sudden stillness made him look down at her hand, and he nodded, and with one last look turned away with her down the path.

She cocked her head slightly as though listening to a voice only she could hear.

Her mother sighed, then smiled a slow, regretful, entirely human smile that made Hild like her.

They both smiled, and Peretur felt a little less lonely, a little less lost.

You might have been talking gibberish, but your smile was radiant.

His forehead glistened. He knew me, what I might do if he pushed too hard. Something was so important to him that he thought it was worth the risk; I would have to hurt him or listen.

Always know what they like, her mother said. They will love you for it.

Watch men and women, her mother had said, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.