Quotes About Understanding

It's amazing what you can do, if you just study what people want to hear said and then say it to them!

Sometimes the hardest people to love are the ones who need it the most.

Ignorance of the outcome doesn't exempt you from the consequences.

There are worse things in life to be than fat, and one of them is ignorant. Another is prejudiced. Another is deliberately cruel.

Hate the behavior, not the individual.

Meredith's a big girl. She knows how babies are made, don't you, Mer? I nod, numb and weary. 'Course I do. Same guy that taught you taught me.

Nicholas nodded.All right.He stays.But I want to see him and speak to him first. Are you going to give him a hug?Lucian drawled,Tell him everything's going to be all right?Share some feelings perhaps?

I know why your gift was deaf to me ~ Dillon

Sisterhood, like marriage, takes hard work. And, like marriage, both sisters have to really want to be in the relationship to stay together.

And just like that I had my lesson. I shouldn't assume that every woman a man bashes gave him a him a good reason to do it.- Anita Blake

And just like that I had my lesson. I shouldn't assume that every woman a man bashes gave him a good reason to do it. - Anita Blake

What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

Never criticize, unless you can do a better job.

If you love someone, truly love them, you should never cause them pain. Never fill their eyes with something so close to grief.

Only those who have never known fear are allowed to think less of others for being afraid. Frankly, I think anyone who has never been afraid of anything in their entire life is either a liar or lacks imagination.

Sometimes it's not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.

Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?

I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.

Love is not about owning someone, but about loving them.

A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that's the best you can do with people. I'd tried kindness. I'd tried friendship. I'd tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

How could you love someone and not want them to be happy?

Being a successful couple was learning what you were willing to compromise on, and what you weren't; learning when to stand your ground, and when to give it up; what was truly important enough to fight over, and what was just you being pissy. You learned each other's hot buttons, the places that hurt, or angered, when you pressed them. Love makes you learn where all the pitfalls are, and how to avoid them, or how to set them off.

It means black kitten, I said with my pulse almost even again. Ares studied me. And you're ok with them calling you their black kitten? They're wererats, Ares, I said. He frowned at me. They're not calling me their little black rat. Think it through.