Quotes About Misunderstanding

He had no idea about the 'loving deeply' part. Scarlet was the one love he'd had. They'd married the weekend after they'd discovered they both like sangria. He'd thought they were waltzing through life and it turned out she was line dancing.

I tried all kinds of approaches: sexy, friendly, intimidating—nothing worked. I'm starting to think there's an invisible force field that prevents honest communication between X and Y chromosomes.

All of us have our wires crossed and crisscrossed so many times it's impossible to untangle the mess. It really does seem like the entire human race might as well be conversing with hand gestures and grunts, for all the success we're having.

Guys do have a language, and it does express emotion with startling clarity and nuance. The idea that they don't express their feelings is as absurd as traveling to a foreign country and claiming the natives can't speak simply because you don't understand what they're saying.

the problems of being an elf in modern America (for example, your small-child size and pointed ears can cause you to routinely be mistaken for a Star Trek fan).

Riley made a simple but telling observation about both feminist and nonfeminist rape deniers. "They are all talking about sex and promiscuity," she said. But, she observed, "Rape is not about sex at all.

So you love war. I used to think you were a decent man. But I see now I was mistaken. You're a hero.

Believe it or not, we all want what's best. The root o' the world's ills is that no one can agree on what it is.

what you put out there and what people take away are two totally separate things. People's minds process things in diverse ways. Everyone lives in different worlds, which is sort of sad but also has potential if you can work out how to turn it to your advantage.

Rose glared in Sylvie's direction with an anger she didn't understand but that made Sylvie's

Not that she could see, but it was unmistakable not to hear what he looked like.

I thought you were in love with another man." The words felt like a blow to a bruise, but they had to be said. Instead of taking offense, she stopped at the end of the table and regarded him with an enigmatic expression. Which was odd. He'd spent years observing Serena. He thought he knew her as well as he knew himself. Tonight proved him wrong.

Well, Nigel?" Silverton's sardonic tone drew him back to the conversation. "You're right in that I wouldn't expect Miss Easton to hold the lack of a title against a fellow, but she doesn't think about me as a…prospective suitor." Nigel paused, forcing himself to accept the grim reality. "She sees me only as a friend." And

J?s man kr?tat uz nerviem. J?s run?jat mu???bas. J?s dom?jat tikai par sevi. J?s k??stat apnic?gs, galu gal?. ''Es negribu, lai tu aizej.'' Bet k?d?? j?s man sak?t kaut ko tik nej?dz?gu? Atg?dinu jums, ka t? neesmu es, kura aiziet… Jums ir d?ls, vai atceraties? Liels z?ns. Un aizg?jis ir vi?š. Vi?š!

There would be a spike in the number of girls who went out for a walk in the woods and were never heard from again. There always were when stories came out portraying the terra indigene as furry humans who just wanted to be loved. Most of the terra indigene didn't want to love humans; they wanted to eat them. Why did humans have such a hard time understanding that?

Vlad stared at Simon. "Meg told the Elders they were..." "Bad puppies," Simon finished. "Yeah." A minute passed before Vlad said, "Why?" "They didn't say 'please' when they asked for cookies." "I don't know what to say." Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. "That's okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.

He moved forward cautiously. He circled it, sniffed it, whapped it with a paw. Then he found the product tag and stared at it for a minute. Turning toward her, he lifted a lip in something that might have been a sneer. "I know it says it's a dog bed, but I'm sure a Wolf can use it," Meg said. Nothing but grumbly sounds from the Wolf. "Fine. If you want to lie on a cold, hard floor instead of something comfy and warm just because Wolf is spelled d-o-g, you go right ahead.

The fact that it took him a decade to realize I was five foot four and plump instead of a five-foot-ten pole dancer with big tits was confusing.

Sissy?" Monty said, struggling for control. "It's CJ. I want to talk to Mama." "Mama wrote to you? When she heard about the phone call, she got a mad on and said she would write. It's just that, Jimmy called to see how we were doing . . .

Some conversations are not about what they're about.

In fact, neither reader nor writer nor lover achieves such consumation. The words we read and the words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

Men know almost nothing about desire, they think it has to do with sexual activity or can be discharged that way. But sex is a substitute, like money or language. Sometimes I just want to stop seeing.

Just the way all mothers are crazy to their daughters, all mothers are wrong.

Americans were most likely good people...the only thing wrong with them, David thought, was that they spoke English very badly.