Quotes About Understanding

And love and care have all kinds of different faces, and within them, there's room for understanding, and for forgiveness, and for more.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

It's always nice when two people who don't got no one else find each other as friends.

I think I can forgive a kind lie.

Because humans are complicated beasts," the monster said.

You're as old as the land and you've never heard of sarcasm?" Conor asked. Oh, I have heard of it, the monster said, putting its huge branch hands on its hips. But people usually know better than to speak it to me.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?

I love that you're worried,' she says, 'but you're worried about all the wrong things.

She looks at me. She does. She.

Mikey," she says, but not like she's about to say anything more, just like she's identifying me, making a place for me here that's mine to exist in. I want her so much, my heart feels heavy, like I'm grieving. Is this what they meant about that stomach feeling? They didn't say it felt this sad.

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

It is not what I want from you, Conor O'Malley, it said. It is what you want from me . "I don't want anything from you," Conor said. Not yet, said the monster. But you will.

Schooling ain't life." "Ain't it?" she says, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise.

It's love. But it's a different kind," "Doesn't make it any less love, though.

Conor wasn't stupid. When they'd had the "little talk" the next day, he knew what his mum had done and why she had done it. But that didn't take away from how much fun that night had been. How hard they'd laughed. How anything had seemed possible. How anything good could have happened to them right then and there and they wouldn't have been surprised.

And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.

And I feel her against me - And I think Viola - I think VIOLA! - I think VIOLA!!!!

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

This is who you are, do you see?" Tomasz continues.

No such thing as nothing. So it's gotta be a something, don't it?

His last word had been my name. The last word he heard was me speaking his own. Did this mean anything? And if it only meant something for the two of us, did that reduce it?

He'd heard once that the only people who could effectively treat the trauma of surviving an airplane crash were other survivors of airplane crashes. You could only instinctively trust someone who had been there, who had seen it firsthand.

I'm sorry for telling about your mom, read the first line. I miss being your friend, read the second. Are you okay? read the third. I see you, read the fourth, with the I underlined about a hundred times.