Thinking You Know Someone But You Dont Quotes

#1. It was definitely strange going to bed knowing someone was going to be sitting there, watching me sleep. But after I got used to the idea, it was sort of nice, knowing he was there with Spike on the daybed, reading a book called A Thousand Years he'd found in Doc's room, by the light of his own spectral glow. It would have been more romantic if he'd just sat there gazing longingly at my face, but beggars can't be choosers, and how many other girls do you know who have boys perfectly willing to sit in their bedrooms and watch for evil trespassers all night? I bet you can't even name one. #Quote by Meg Cabot

#2. I've never wanted something more. But with you, I can't seem to stop myself. I want to look at you and know that you're mine, and that terrifies me." Tate's fingers wrapped around his own as he brought their arms in close to his sides, and then Tate asked again, "Why?" Logan found Tate's eyes and finally acknowledged, "Because I think I could love someone like you. #Quote by Ella Frank

#3. I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it. #Quote by Markus Zusak

#4. He may still love you. He probably does. He probably doesn't know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isn't what matters. What matters is what he's doing about it, and what he's doing about it is nothing. And if he's doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn't do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life. #Quote by Eliza Engellenner

#5. To whoever loves me next,

I'm sorry if I'm afraid of you
or if days of flirting turn to
radio silence, without warning.

I'm sorry if I make you say the words
over and over and over until I believe them.
(I'm sorry if I don't believe them.)

I will probably spend more time
worrying about losing you than I spend
trying to keep you.
Trouble is,
every single time I've ever thought
something was too good to be true–
I've been right.

Understand,
I will know how to be vulnerable with you,
but I won't know how not to regret it.
And I have no idea how deep we'll be
into this relationship before I admit
I've never done this before.
Not really.
Not in any way that counts.

Before I admit that I know
how to put my body inside someone else's
but not how to make it beautiful.

I probably won't be easy to love.
Too many people loved me badly,
I'm not sure I know how
to do it right. #Quote by Ashe Vernon

#6. Life kills you more acutely than death.
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A saved relationship is no relationship, after all.
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I'm in need of someone who is ready to listen.
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We all have this special talent for hiding a truth by adding layers of lies on to it.
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When you are attached to one and attracted to another, then one's truth becomes the other's lie as long as you keep the truth away from each other.
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I still don't know why I chose her over you. I was so happy with you. Maybe I was happy with you but I wasn't happy with us. Those are two different things. People jump into a relationship when they experience the former.
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A break-up doesn't necessarily end the love two people have for each other. In fact some love stories never end. They only end something within the people involved. #Quote by Novoneel Chakraborty

#7. One more thing, no matter how much you might want to tell her...do not tell her your name....Like I said names are power. There are three names for everyone. The name you're born with. The name you are given and the name you take. Everyone, no matter who they are, is born with a name. You were born with a name. Do you know what it is?
Is this a trick question?
Do you know what your name is?
Yes! Stephanie Edgely.
No.
No?
That's your given name. That's the name other people handed you. If a mage with any kind of knowledge wanted to he could use that name to influence you, to attain some small degree of control. To make you stand, sit, speak. Things like that.
Like a dog?
I suppose so.
You're liking me to a dog?!...
But you have another name. A real name. A name unique to you and you alone.
What is it?
I. Don't. Know. You don't know it either, at least not consciously. This name gives you power. But it can also give other people absolute power over you. If someone knew it, they could command your loyalty, your love, everything about you. Your free will could be totally eradicated. Which is why we keep our true names hidden.
So, what's the third name?
The name you take. It can't be used against you. It can't be used to influence you and it's your first defense against a sorceress attack. Your taken name seals your given name. Protects it. And that's why it's so important to get it right. #Quote by Derek Landy

#8. Being alone," I snapped, without meaning to be intentionally rude. I was simply being truthful. "Being alone," she said, nodding. I could see that she was not put off by my bristling reply. "There's a lot to be said for being alone. But you and I know, don't we, Flavia, that being alone and being lonely are not at all the same thing?" I brightened a bit. Here was someone who seemed at least to have thought through some of the same things I had. #Quote by Alan Bradley

#9. I glance around the set - everyone is buzzing like worker bees getting ready for the shot. Cordelia's getting primped and powdered by a makeup girl, Vanessa is speaking with a few of the cameramen, and the convertible I'm supposed to drive is just sitting there . . . all by its lonesome.

And look at that - someone left the keys in the ignition.

Stealthily, I sidle up to Sarah.

"Have you ever driven in a convertible?"

She looks up sharply, like she didn't see me approach. "Of course I have."

My hands slide into my pockets and I lean back on my heels.

"Have you ever been in a convertible driven by a prince?"

Her eyes are lighter in the sun, with a hint of gold. They crinkle as she smiles.

"No."

I nod. "Perfect. We do this in three."

Now she looks nervous. "Do what?"

I spot James across the way, eyes scanning the crowd - far enough away that he'll never get over here in time.

"Three . . ."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Two . . ."

"Henry . . ."

"One."

"I . . ."

"Go, go, go!"

"Go where?" she asks, loud enough to draw attention.

So I wrap my arm around her waist, lift her off her feet, carry her to the car, and swing her up and into the passenger seat. Then, I jump into the driver's side.

"Shit!" James curses. But then the engine is roaring to life. I ba #Quote by Emma Chase

#10. When you hate someone so much, a part of you wants desperately to forgive them. But you can't decide if it's because you really want, or if you just want to stop hating. I still don't know if forgiveness is generous or selfish. Maybe both. #Quote by Miguel Syjuco

#11. Chatting with someone who has no life experience is like consulting a dentist. You know the answers will be painful but you have to ask. #Quote by Neil A. Hogan

#12. A man without the Holy Ghost is a blind man. He may not know it but that's what blindness is all about. A blind man is not just someone who cannot see, he can see alright, but all he sees is darkness. It's the same thing in the realm of the spirit. A blind man in the realm of the spirit is one who doesn't know the things of the spirit, he can't see the things of the Spirit of God. But when the Holy Spirit comes into your life, you will no longer be blind because He will cause you to see what others can't see. #Quote by Chris Oyakhilome

#13. She started off as a little crush. A tiny, whispery one. The type of crush you know you'll never, ever fulfill, but it fills your dreams on the nights you're lonely and especially on the nights where you might have been with someone, someone you shouldn't be with, but you still felt alone. In here. In your heart. #Quote by Kelly Washington

#14. I have lived with others more powerful than I in Belle Morte's line for centuries, Anita. I, more than most, know just how much you must fight every night of your existence not to be consumed by their power." He paused and then whispered so that it filled the darkened car, "If you are not careful, their beauty will become both heaven and hell, you will betray every oath, abandon every loyalty, give up your heart, your mind, your body, and your immortal soul to have them near you but one more night. Then one cold night, a hundred years after the passion is spent, and nothing but ashes remain, you look up and see someone gazing at you and you know that look, you've seen it before. A hundred years later and someone gazes upon you as if you were heaven itself, but you know in your heart of hearts that its not heaven you're offering them, its hell. #Quote by Laurell K. Hamilton

#15. Well, I miss my wife, you know," I said. "But I also miss the feeling of, I don't know, comfort. The sense you're where you're supposed to be, with someone you're supposed to be with. #Quote by John Scalzi

#16. You know, when a person is murdered, you can miss that person and put all of your anger into hating the killer, even if you don't know who the killer is. You also have the choice of forgiveness. But when someone takes her own life, she is the killer. #Quote by Sarah Ockler

#17. He watches me eat for a moment. "Let me see it again."

"No."

"Okay." He pulls a can of carbonated water out of his backpack and pops the lid.

Sometimes I want to punch him. I find the letter and slide it across the table.

He reads it again. It makes me feel all jittery inside.

His eyes flick up. "She likes you."

I shrug and steal his drink. It tastes like someone drowned an orange in a bottle of Perrier, and I cough.

Rev smiles. "You like her."

"How can you drink this crap?"

His smile widens. "Is it making you crazy that she won't reveal herself?"

"Seriously, Rev, do you have any regular water?"

He's no fool. "What do you want to do?"

I take a long breath and blow it out. I run a hand through my hair. "I don't know."

"You know."

"I want to stake out the grave. This waiting between letters is killing me."

"Suggest email."

"She doesn't want to tell me anything more than her age. She's not going to give me her email address."

"Maybe not her real email. But you could set up a private account and give her the address. See if she writes you."

It's so simple it's brilliant. I hate that I didn't think of it. "Rev, I could kiss you."

"Brush your teeth first." He reclaims his bizarre can of water. #Quote by Brigid Kemmerer

#18. Souls
When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the
yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt
through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
be with one another.
This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they
are not there - even if they are only in the very next room.
Your soul only feels their absence - it doesn't realize the
separation is temporary. #Quote by Lang Leav

#19. We don't think of ourselves as "prayer warriors." A man must've come up with that term - men think anything difficult is war. But prayer is more delicate than battle, especially intercessory prayer. More than just a notion, taking up the burdens of someone else, often someone you don't even know. You close your eyes and listen to a request. Then you have to slip inside their body. You are Tracy Robinson, burning for whiskey. You are Cindy Harris's husband, searching your wife's phone. You are Earl Vernon, washing dirty knots out of your strung-out daughter's hair. If you don't become them, even for a second, a prayer is nothing but words. That's #Quote by Brit Bennett

#20. I know." He leaned in and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "And you can try and pretend it's okay. That you're strong and tough and you don't need anyone. That you didn't need her. But that's all bullshit. I know it, and you know it."
Savannah stared at Cole.
"You're so pushy. I told you my story. Why can't you leave it alone?"
"Have you ever dealt with it?"
She'd spent so many years holding it all inside.
"I'm here right now, aren't I? I obviously dealt with my past."
"I'm not talking about surviving it. Yeah, you survived it. But you haven't let go of it." He rubbed her arm. "What she did to you mattered. It wasn't fair."
He was wrong. She was fine. It didn't matter. She had always shown everyone how strong she was.
"Show me how you feel, Peaches."
Her bottom lip trembled. She got up, walked to the window to look outside, staring at the darkness, not really seeing anything but the years falling away, stripping away the cool, confident woman she was now, revealing the scared little girl she once was. She'd vowed to never go back to that place, to never revisit those feelings again, yet here she stood.
Cole wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened.
"It's okay to be vulnerable, Savannah, to let someone see you scared."
"I'm not scared. Not anymore. #Quote by Jaci Burton

#21. You know how you can think you know someone or think you know them but maybe you only know them one way?" He sneaks a glance at me and I notice that his cheeks are red in the moonlight. "Maybe you know someone as your little sister's friend," he says. "And then maybe something shifts. Maybe one day you hear them say something unexpected. Or hear the way they laugh and then suddenly you see them all over again. Like this time it's different. This time maybe you see them as ... " He pauses. "Beautiful," he finishes. Catcher leans in closer. "Wonderful and funny. #Quote by Carrie Ryan

#22. You have me." His serious eyes penetrate mine. "For the rest of your days, I will be here for you - someone to trust, to lean on - to have and to hold from this day on." Marshall is a thing of beauty both inside and out. I reach up and touch my fingers to his lips. Somebody is going to be very lucky to love him fully one day. "Those sounded an awful lot like wedding vows," I whisper. "You will be everything to me, Skyla. A lover…" He kisses a finger. "A friend…" He kisses the tip of another. "A spouse…" He pushes my finger into his hot mouth and I pluck it out. "Where shall we spend our honeymoon?" He goes right there without provocation. "No honeymoon - but, well…" I fold my arms across my chest. "I'm sort of not really seeing Gage, since I can't trust him. Logan wants to wait until the end of the faction war before we see where our feelings lie, so I suppose I'm open." "Open?" His head twitches to the side just so. "You know, for wooing - no kissing though. You'll have to woo without lingual contact." "No kissing." His chest broadens under the guise of this new turn of events. "Fantastic." He says it sharp as if this were a war and he just gained ground on the enemy. "What shall we do to commemorate our first day of coupledom? #Quote by Addison Moore

#23. THE ART OF OFFERING HAPPINESS In a friendship, we try to to offer our friend happiness. Sometimes you think that you're doing something for someone else's happiness, when actually your action is making them suffer. The willingness to make someone happy isn't enough. You have your own idea of happiness. But to make someone else happy, you have to understand that person's needs, suffering, and desires and not assume you know what will make them happy. Ask, What would make you happy? #Quote by Thich Nhat Hanh

#24. You make someone into a object of – not so much of pity as of weakness, sickness, stupidity, inefectiveness, do you see what I mean? You hit them for their stupidity and their inability to respond, and when you've hurt them, marked them, they're even more sick and ugly, aren't they? And they're afraid and cringing too. Oh, I know this isn't very pleasant, but you did ask."
"Go on" he said.
"So you've got a frightened, stupid, even disabled person, silenced, made ugly, and what can you do with someone like that, someone who's unworthy of being treated well? You treat them badly because that's what they deserve. One thinks of poor little kids that no one love because they're dirty, sovered in snot and shit, and always screaming. So you beat them because they're hateful, they're low, they're sub-human. That's all they're good for, being hit, being reduced even further. #Quote by Ruth Rendell

#25. God does not give his joy to us for ourselves alone, and if we could possess him for ourselves alone we would not possess him at all. Any joy that does not overflow from our souls and help other men to rejoice in God does not come to us form God. (But do not think that you have to see how it overflows into the souls of others. In the economy of his grace, you may be sharing his gifts with someone you will never know until you get to heaven.) #Quote by Thomas Merton

#26. Fear. Alex knew he was a fine one to pontificate about fear. He'd issued the world's most tepid, careful marriage proposal. Because he'd been afraid to tell Genevieve he loved her.
Not that it would have made much of a difference.
She loved Harry.
Harry in his youthful innocence had put his finger right on it. And Moncrieffe pushed the realization away. He took in a sharp breath.
Harry took Moncrieffe's silence as a reason to go on.
"God help me, it was only because I was afraid of losing her. And I honestly didn't feel I deserved her, for I had nothing to give her. I simply needed to know whether she loved me. I'm not proud of it, but I have never loved anyone more."
Moncrieffe could still scarcely get the words out.
"I just can't believe you would 'do' such a thing to someone you... loved."
Osborne was very, very drunk, but he wasn't stupid. "But I couldn't hurt her, could I, if she didn't love me?"
And now Harry's blue eyes fixed on him almost searchingly.
Moncrieffe couldn't believe he had almost shown his hand.
"You just said you weren't certain whether she did love you. And if she does love you anywhere as much as you claim to love her, imagine the pain you may have caused her with your whole charade."
Harry looked up at him and blinked. And as he thought about it, his face slowly went white.
After a moment he swallowed.
"'Gallant' of you," Moncrieffe drawled, twisting the knife.
Moncrieffe knew #Quote by Julie Anne Long

#27. Great control and great discipline are necessary when you reach your own editing stage of the book, but in the early stages you have to be prepared to let anything happen and to get it wrong or go off track. The development of a character is not smooth or simple - it is as tricky as meeting someone new whom you would like to know better. #Quote by Jeanette Winterson

#28. Some people are naturally solitary. They want to live lone lives, and are content. Most, however, have a need for enduring, close relationships. These provide both a psychic and social framework for personal growth, under­standing, and development. It is an easy enough matter to shout to the skies: "I love my fellow men," when on the other hand you ronn no strong, enduring relationship with others. It is easy to claim an equal love for all members of the species, but love itself requires an understanding that at your level of activity is based upon intimate experience. You cannot love someone you do not know-not unless you water down the definition of love so much that it becomes meaningless.

To love someone, you must appreciate how that per­son differs from yourself and from others. You must hold that person in mind so that to some extent love is a kind of meditation-a loving focus upon another individual. Once you experience that kind of love you can translate it into other tenns. The love itself spreads out, expands, so that you can then see others in love's light.

Love is naturally creative and explorative-that is, you want to creatively explore the aspects of the beloved one. Even characteristics that would otherwise appear as mults attain a certain loving significance. They are accepted­seen, and yet they make no difference. Because these are still attributes of the beloved one, even the seeming faults are redeemed. The beloved attains prominence #Quote by Seth

#29. I can't fuck up his whole life and take away everything that means something to him just because I think I've found my soul mate.' 'Yeah, but ... ' 'Yeah, but. I know. Having found my soul mate, how cruel is it for me to stay with Bob, pretending I feel more for him than I do and preventing him from going out and finding someone who loves him the way I love Mark?' 'You can't be responsible for other people's feelings, #Quote by Scarlett Thomas

#30. It is easy to curse someone, even a frail person can do that, but to bless someone it needs a strong heart.To love someone, to wish the best for them one must be selfless. People nowadays wish good for others, but their words know no soul, their wishes are dry, halfhearted and for name sake. As to watch someone excel, to watch someone excel due to the blessings you put upon them with a good heart and positive attitude is rate nowadays.
Nowadays people don't find happiness in the happiness of others but in rubbing them off. People feel bad when someone suffer but they feel the worse when someone prosper beyond them. #Quote by Ameya Agrawal