Quotes About Understanding

There might be bits and pieces of us that I don't like or that drive me up the wall, but at the end of the say, it's who we are. I'm going to make the best of what we have.

It's okay. We're all messed up in our own special way.

But what's regret anyway? Regret, I am learning these days, is a lot of things. But mostly, it's a slippery seed of longing, of looking back and asking yourself why you didn't know better when the answers were so obvious all along.

Oh, Topher," Veronica said with even less patience than before. "Only a man would think that regrets were a liability.

Mostly, people are who they are. But if you accept this about them, you can move forward and build from there—then, they can surprise you.

motherhood is like this: a series of tiny moments that add up to an enormous love, with lots of other moments of frustration and misunderstanding and complexity woven in between.

Allison Winn Scotch

being family doesn't mean that you don't hurt each other. It means that you might nick each other from time to time, but you love one another anyway.

and then Zach said a really bad word, but I doubt DeeDee noticed because it was in Farsi

Do you understand any of this?" he said, pointing to the lines and symbols that covered the massive screens. "Some people understand the value of an education." Hale stretched and crossed his legs, the settled his arm around Kat's shoulders. "That's sweet, Kat. Maybe later I'll buy you a university. And an ice cream." "I'd settle for the ice cream." "Deal.

Somebody knows.

Hey, Macey, sorry to drop in but Cammie just had to be alone with me. You know how she gets.

You shouldn't judge someone until you've walk a mile through an underground tunnel in her uncomfortable shoes

The older I got, the smarter my teachers became.

You are back, Cam. Which means for the first time since you left, it's okay for us to be mad at you for leaving. - Macey

Maybe Liz was right and she'd wanted someplace safe. Maybe Mr. Solomon really did understand that running was the only way Macey would find out if we'd run after her. Or maybe, like me, she just wanted to disappear for a little while

Why don't I know You?" "Does anyone ever really know someone else?" "You think your cute," she told him. "You think your gorgeous. But I'm the one guy here who knows better." "So I'm not gorgeous?" Macey challenged. "Of course you are," He started away, turned back at the last minute. "But I'm the guy who figured out that's not all you are.

To who?" Bex asked. " Rebecca !" her mother snapped. "Sorry." Bex shrugged. "To whom ," she corrected herself, even though I highly doubted that had been her mother's point.

She watched him stop to pat the mayor on the back. He stumbled a little in the crowd, and his left hand disappeared ever so briefly inside the mayor's tuxedo pocket. It was over in a flash, a blink, a second. And Macey was quite certain she was the only person in the entire room to have seen it, but that was just as well. At least, Macey had seen enough. And at last, the boy made sense." — Double Crossed by Ally Carter

Two days after my dad's funeral, my mom went on a mission. I never understood it until then--that sometimes a spy doesn't need a cover so much as she needs a shield.

I knew she was right. Of course she was right. Bex was always right. She knew me better than I knew myself. But then again, isn't that a best friend's job?

I'm not an idiot! I'm just twelve. I'm a twelve-year-old girl and neither of those facts are my fault.

I've thrown enough punches in my life to know when someone is hurting.

He's a boy, Kat. I hate to break it to you, but we are fundamentally different.