Quotes About Misunderstanding

And you're a maggot-infested string bean," muttered Louis. "What?" asked Mr. K. "I said, you're a magnificent human being.

I used to think you were a good-for-nothing book reader.

Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say no when they mean yes, and drive a man out of his wits just for the fun of it. --Laurie

I've neither beauty, money, nor rank, yet every foolish boy mistakes my frank interest for something warmer, and makes me miserable. It is my misfortune. Think of me what you will, but beware of me in time, for against my will I may do you harm.

Jo vanished without a word. Rushing upstairs, she startled the invalids by exclaiming tragically as she burst into the room, 'Oh, do somebody go down quick; John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!

That was all, except a little pause. Then Laurie straightened himself up, said, It's all right, never mind, and went away without another word. Ah, but it wasn't all right, and Jo did mind, for while the curly head lay on her arm a minute after her hard answer, she felt as if she had stabbed her dearest friend, and when he left her without a look behind him, she knew that the boy Laurie never would come again.

Those foolish, yet well-meant words, had opened a new world to Meg, and much disturbed the peace of the old one, in which, till now, she had lived as happily as a child. Her innocent friendship with Laurie was spoilt by the silly speeches she had overheard; her faith in her mother was a little shaken by the worldly plans attributed to her by Mrs. Moffat, who judged others by herself;

Katy don't amoose me; and I must be amoosed, 'cause I 'm fwactious; mamma said I was!" sobbed Maud, evidently laboring under the delusion that fractiousness was some interesting malady.

If you behaved properly, they would, but knowing you like their nonsense, they keep it up, and then you blame them.

feeling that all women owed him a kind word because one had been cold to him

I supposed you'd take it so. You men tell us we are angels, and say we can make you what we will, but the instant we honestly try to do you good, you laugh at us and won't listen, which proves how much your flattery is worth.

How stupid you are child! He meant you of course. Did he? And Jo opened her eyes as if the thought had never occurred to her before.

Ah, but it wasn't all right, and Jo did mind, for while the curly head lay on her arm a minute after her hard answer, she felt as if she had stabbed her dearest friend, and when he left her without a look behind him, she knew that the boy Laurie never would come again.

He completely misread Rockefeller's psychology.

leaving the Morgan family angry and bewildered.

His mama is so stupid she thinks Meow Mix is a dance album for cats.

The trouble with our liberal friends is not that they're ignorant. It's just that they know so much that isn't so.

We do more for the under developed nations than anyone in the world but they act as if we're out to destroy them and they never say boo to the Soviets.

Dicen que sólo necesitamos siete segundos para hacernos un primer bosquejo de la persona, y un minuto y medio para comunicarnos. Y una mierda. Ese es el tiempo que necesitamos para empezar a inventarnos al otro, en todo caso.

We never see the world as it really is but only how we see it. And because we're trapped in our own interpretation, we are prepared to go to war with other people caught in their view of reality – and never the twain shall meet.

I think most of the things we call evil are not evil at all; it is just that we don't understand those things, and so we call them evil. And we fear evil only because we do not understand it.

Now, tell me. Where did you get that?" He glanced down in the direction of her accusing stare. "Oh, that! Somebody lent it to me." He was wearing it specially. A winged penis. To meet his wife's people. She would never understand Romans.

Even when you're talking to them face to face you have this feeling of not connecting, as if the words just pass through them. Sometimes they remind me of the Invisible Man, but I've never quite understood why they end up that way.

What these young men feared and hated more than anything else was being spoken to by people they hadn't met, or having to explain themselves to people they didn't know.