Quotes About Understanding

They knew what forgiveness was; they were willing to take him for better or worse; they loved him.

I see,' she said. And when would she ever learn to stop saying 'I see' about things she didn't see at all?

The subjects of her talk didn't matter; he knew what she was really saying. Helpless and gentle, small and tired and anxious to please, she was asking him to agree that her life was not a failure.

I'm sure it's probably a mistake to try and draw your own conclusions from the things you read in books. Who knows?

Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk.

Well, your mother has her own way of dealing with information.

Oh, gig, capisco. Spazi pubblicitari. E che rivista è?" "L'American Scientist". "Sta scherzando? Be', tanto di cappello. Pubblicano materiale sofisticato. Se lei capisce quella roba dev'essere…" "Non la capisco. La vendo e basta". "Come fa a vendere qualcosa che non capisce?" "Non è quello che fanno gli psichiatri?

In the meantime, and this was the best part, in the meantime it was no longer necessary to dislike them.

How could any healthy girl be expected to care for a mentally unbalanced man?

And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares.

What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?

You look confused," said Adrian. I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things." He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it.

You've always been my equal, Roza.

I need you,? said Lissa. ?I hear that from women a lot,? said Adrian.

If he wants to tell you, he'll tell you. End of story, Rose. Besides, you certainly keep your share of secrets too. You two have a lot in common." "Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and—oh." Okay. Maybe she had a point.

That's what I was supposed to say...

For a moment, I was captivated as I studied them side by side. My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and decorum. My father: always capable of achieving his goals, no matter how twisted the means. Uneasily, I began to understand how I'd inherited my bizarre personality.

I'm backing down now. I really do love you. That's why I'm doing this.

I like him." "Like or like ? "Oh, there's a difference?

He shook his head. "No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do." I waited for more. "That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?" Those green eyes held me. "I don't think I need to.

I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you.

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

Don't fight them anymore.I'm going to go with them." "No. I won't let them take you." "You have to," I begged. He was breathing hard, every part of him braced and ready to attack. We locked gazes, and a thousand messages seemed to flow between us as the old electricity crackled in the air.