Quotes About Understanding

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

You know, do nice shite for her. Buy her things. Really think about what she likes and what makes her happy and make it happen. She'll come around. And if she doesn't, you can cut off your horns for her. Chicks dig that. (Cadeon)

Regin to Fegley: I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

She remember her granny telling her, 'Men are like coal boilers, Ellie. If you find a man you reckon to keep, you got to feed his belly every day, make him burn for you, then release some steam purty regular, or you ain't ever gonna get him to work.

He gave her an indulgent look. I'll forgive these rash words for now. She sputtered, Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who. Whom, he corrected. Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?

Yes, wolf, I see all. And by all, I mean some.

I said alone!" He nodded in agreement. "Aye, you usually say that, and I still stay. It's our way.

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you must talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

Regin: "I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

When Sabine parted her lips to argue, Lanthe said, "This baby bird's gotta fly, sis." "Great," Sabine drawled. "She's already speaking in avian metaphors.

When do you give up on someone you love?

You wouldn't recognize a good thing if it was spanking your ass.

Gazing up at him from under a curl, I asked sincerely, "How can you be so thoughtful and generous?" He seemed to stand taller. "I live by one law: what my wife wants, my wife gets. Even if she doesn't yet know what she wants.

Though she'd never been ashamed of what she'd done, she'd kept it secret because she'd understood that others wouldn't view it the same way she did.

The judgiest people are the ones who've lived the least.

How come you can call him, but I can't talk to Gabe?" Joules probably missed him as much as I missed Aric. Or, rather, the old Aric. "Because you have a temper that Gabriel will know how to needle. He could get you to spill our plans." "I don't have a bloody feckin' temper!

Kosmina adored her new "foulmouthed but well-intentioned uncle." Because, as she put it, "Perhaps we aren't meant to understand him. Perhaps he's as much a puzzle as he is a puzzle master." Hear, hear, Kosmina. But I'm still sending your ass to Louisiana.

You can tell? You always had trouble reading him." Nod. "Three months' practice." "But you can't read his future?" Matthew's brows drew together. "Never wanted this to happen." "Can you tell him we're coming for him?

So help her, if Pig-Pen was a blond . . .

Point taken. Thank you for explaining these things to me. Please continue to do so in the future." "I

We always find out in the long run, do we not?

So cry me a river about your brother's single vivisection. Also, understand me: I can trash-talk Nix - she's my oldest friend - but no one else had better do so in my presence.

Can you see me? See the man that I am? Accept me, Regin, because I'm holding onto nothing but you.

In an instant, she comprehended two things: why immortals feared the Lykae. And that she was this one's mate. "Protect you.