Quotes About Misunderstanding

I was just a little taken aback. That—that wasn't the proposition I was expecting, is all. Excuse me. I fear I am become incurably low-minded." "You can't help that, I'm sure," Ethan said tolerantly. "Being female, and all that." She

It was the fault of the hand massage; it lulled her. She said unthinkingly, "What?" "Fall in love with you. Sweet Ista." She jerked back. She had heard that endearment before, but not on those lips. "Don't call me that." "Bitter Ista?" His brows climbed. "Cranky Ista? Cross, ill-tempered, cantankerous Ista?" She snorted; he relaxed, and his lips quirked again.

As Miles followed Ruibal out the door, he heard Illyan's voice, for a change more amiable than stressed: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?

This is not a date, you idiot," Tej snapped at him. To her annoyance, his smile inexplicably broadened.

Then he had accused her of sleeping with her women friends. That had broken something in her at last, some will to desire his good opinion. How could you argue sense into someone who believed something not because it was true, but because he was an idiot?

I'm sorry, Lady Vorkosigan. We'll simply have to begin at the beginning. Please bear with me. Do I understand correctly you've had some sort of female trouble?" No, most of my troubles have been with males. Cordelia bit her tongue.

stings on my butter bugs, Barrayarans would like them better?" "No!" said Miles and Mark together. Enrique sat back, looking rather hurt.

Rowdy was taking her over. Forceful. Dominant. He was so certain he knew what she needed, but Kelly had seen what she needed, and it wasn't what he was offering.

Well honey, seems innocent enough to me. He came in and fell in love with your buns.

You refuse to listen. Because, like every other man, you can keep only one idea in your head at a time-usully the wrong one.

Eyes narrowing, she whispered, "Are you accusing me of PMS?

What the hell do you want, anyway? 'I just want to help you. Yeah, right. And then he'd sell her a bridge. He didn't know her, had no vested intereset in her--unless he hoped to get laid. Ha! Fat chance. He looked like he was poor, driving that old rattrap car and dressed in faded jeans. She clenched her hands into fists. I'm not screwing you. I didn't ask you to. And then, with some sort of warped amusement, he added, I'm not that easy.

I didn't know how to communicate my suffering to anyone else. My anger was returning. I was screaming for help, but the language I was speaking no one seemed to understand.

TSHEMBE (Whirling on him, words flying) And just why should we be able to "talk" so easily? What is this marvelous nonsense with you Americans? For a handshake, a grin, a cigarette and half a glass of whiskey you want three hundred years to disappear—and in five minutes!

When you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet. Now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.

We were in dialogue that was about something other than what we were saying.

Back at home, days later, feel cranky and tired. Sit on the couch and tell him he's stupid. That you bet he doesn't know who Coriolanus is. That since you moved in you've noticed he rarely reads. He will give you a hurt, hungry-to-learn look, with his James Cagney eyes. He will try to kiss you. Turn your head. Feel suffocated. (from How)

That's not the one you were thinking of? No. There was accusation in her voice. Mine was different

No, we're not getting married," I told my mother on the phone when she asked. "He's going to California and I'm staying here." Usually she doesn't phone. Usually she just does things like send me notes with histrionic scrawlings that read, "Well, you know, I can't use these," and along with the notes she encloses coupons for Kotex or Midol.

It's not that men fear intimacy,' I said to Eleanor. 'It's that they're hypochondriacs of intimacy: They always think they have it when they don't. Gerard thinks we're very close but half the time he's talking to me like he met me forty-five minutes ago, telling me things about himself I've known for years, and asking me questions about myself that he should know the answers to already. Last night he asked me what my middle name was. God, I can't talk about it.

Womenfolks have powerful imaginations when it comes to a man, an' she can read things into him he never knew was there, and like as not, they ain't!

Women! He thought, who could ever figure them out? No matter what a man said, he was always in the wrong. There was no logic in them.

He didn't want her to know that he didn't understand, but what he didn't realize was that she didn't understand either, so that if he had just told her he didn't understand, she would have understood, but when he told her he understood, then she didn't understand.

X-Ray had been sent to Camp Green Lake for selling bags of dried parsley and oregano to customers who thought they were buying marijuana. That was also why his family had to move from Lubbock to Austin shortly after he was released.