Quotes About Understanding

longer the pointed finger of condemnation, but the extended hand of hope; and an entire generation is recognizing this like never before, and reaching out for it.

He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.

his discomfort seemed to soften her, for when he met her eyes again, they were kind.

For the rest of his life, he realized, he would be torn like this, aware of Phoebe's awkwardness, the difficulties she encountered in the world simply by being different, and ye propelled beyond all this by her direct and guileless love. By her love, yes, and, he realized...by his own new and strangely uncomplicated love for her.

There was so much force and beauty in the windows, such unsettled sadness in what little I knew of Rose's life, all her longing, her distance from her daughter. Just knowing she had existed opened new and uneasy possibilities within my understanding of the story I'd always thought I'd known by heart. ... Whoever Rose had been, she was gone, unable to speak for herself, fading into the past as surely as these rainy colors were diffusing, even now [p. 142].

And while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I'd found out long ago that I couldn't stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.

Because for all the changes, some things were immutable truths: friendship transcends all barriers, understanding trumps fear, and great power can always be surmounted by determination.

We could've done this anywhere, but I wanted you to see me, to see this, he said, gesturing at the room. I wanted you to know where I come from, what I am under the choices I make.

A compassion swirled form nowhere in the high I was lost in. She needed me. She needed me to accept her for what she was. And when I realized that I had it within myself to give her at least this small part of me, the last of my fear melted away.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him.

And I can't read your mind either, just your face.

And L-M-N-O-P is not one letter, but five. It took me forever to figure that out.

It takes an incredibly strong person to walk away from someone they love," Jenks said, holding up two fingers as if making a list. "Especially knowing they will do something asinine, like shopping when their blood count is so low they ought to be in the hospital. You should give her credit for respecting you like that.

Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.

I'd rather judge a person on why they make the choices they do rather than the cold facts of what they choose.

A tear slipped from under my eyelid at Ivy's loneliness, her need for emotional reassurance, and her frustrations that though I could understand what she wanted, I was afraid to find out if I had the capacity to meet her halfway, to trust her. And my breath caught when she wiped the moisture away with a careful finger, unaware that it was for her.

Ivy wanted to do something for me, and if she couldn't give me a hug without her blood lust tainting it, then by God I would let her put that gunk under my eye.

Tell you what," I said, my eyebrows rising. "You can drive me home if we keep to one topic on the way." "Your father?" he guessed, and I nodded. I was getting used to this deal-with-a-demon business.

I'd rather judge a person on why they make the choices they do rather than the cold facts of what they choose.

You're good with people, and all I know how to do is give good neck.

I'm not talking about the blood ecstasy. I'm talking about my being able to fill that emotion void she has. You know her as well as I do, maybe better. She aches with it. She needs to be accepted for who she is so badly. And I was able to do that. Do you know good that felt? To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

That's all kids want to know, that you love them.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust." His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. "It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.

Quieres saber lo que significa tener hijos?-le dije mientras se sentaba-. Pues significa que a veces tienes que dejar que tu hija haga cosas que te parecen estúpidas, confiando en que, el hecho de que tú no seas capaz de hacerlas no quiere decir que ella tampoco. Que tal vez ella es lo suficientemente sensata como para salir del embrollo en que se ha metido.