Quotes About Misunderstanding

Plus he had this accent, like he was Canadian or something, so I figured he was probably harmless.

I want to talk. I talk to everybody, and it pisses me off when they interpret to talk back. I sometimes think of offering money to friends to buy their turn in a conversation.

The old fun thing is when somebody typed up the first chapter of War and Peace. And then made a precis of the rest of it and sent it out and only one publisher recognized it.

Though Brandon claimed to be six-six, because that was all the height most people could fathom, he was actually a quarter inch over six-eight-and not a spindly six-eight either, but 232 pounds of meat and bone stacked vertically beneath a lop-sided smile and a defiant wedge of hair that gave him the appearance of an unfinished sculpture. His size always triggered unreasonable expectations.

was so depressed last night I called one of those suicide hot lines. I reached a call center in Pakistan. They got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck.—Anonymous on the Internet

What happens when you finally decide to tell the truth and no one listens?

I had taken the photograph from afar (distance being the basic glitch in our relationship), using my Nikon and zoom lens while hiding behind a fake marble pillar. I was hiding because if he knew I'd been secretly photographing him for all these months he would think I was immature, neurotic and obsessive. I'm not. I'm an artist. Artists are always misunderstood.(Thwonk)

What in the world are we going to do with you?' Mrs. Ritter asked. I could think of a few things. Take it easy on me. Teach me different. Care about me just a little. So many times that year I wanted to shout,'It's not like I'm waking up in the morning and trying to mess up. I just don't get it!

Are you some kind of foot fetish?

It's easier to sit there and say you don't like feminists because they don't have a sense of humor.

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.

She doesn't understand the concept of Roman numerals. She thought we just fought in world war eleven.

The rumors of my impending death have been greatly exaggerated," she paraphrased Mark Twain now.

I often wonder why women have careers,' said Shredded Napkin suddenly, showing his teeth. I don't think he can possibly be saying what I think he's saying. He isn't, of course. Never mind. I'll stand this because Reality is dishing it out and I suppose I ought to learn to adjust to it. Besides, he may be sincere. There is a human being in there. At least he isn't telling me about something he read in the paper on women's liberation and then laughing at it.

So far as I knew, Hallmark didn't make a "Sorry I Interrupted Your Oral Sex" card.

Marie's drunk texts: Marie: Horse, muss yu Marie: Why dont anser? Marie: Horse like yur name. Horsey. I'd like to rid u horsey, LOL. You sleeping? Or busy with someone? Marie: I know yur there. I bet you got a new gurl alredy. Screw you. Marie: Screw you and your slut. I hate you. Take yur club and shove it up yur ass I wudn't be yoor old lady for ten milion dollrs.

Here's a suggestion for future reference, then," Horse said. "Try jerking off before answering the door if you want me to believe you don't think of her that way. Wood like you were sportin' usually implies the opposite. Unless it was for me? If that's the case, I'm genuinely flattered. No judgments.

What the hell is that?" I asked. "I mean, what are you supposed to be dressed like?" "I'm a sexy carrot." I looked at Dad and shook my head slowly. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

It suffered and died in translation.

And what does that signify to you?" he said, perhaps forgetting that if she could speak truly to the world, she would not be a mental patient.

Sometimes Peter and Tiger Lily fought. A fight between them looked like this: Peter, head swirling with anger, waving his arms around and expressing five thoughts at once about why she was wrong and he was right; Tiger Lily, curling up inside like a rock, stone-faced, listening but at the same time refusing to hear. She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

You think you know that someone sees you one way, and barely at all, and then you realize that they see you in another.

Slightly said I was having "lady's hysterics". One of the twins mentioned something he'd heard about women going crazy twelve times a year.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.