Quotes About Misunderstanding

You laugh when I haven't been funny and you answer right off. You never stop to think what I've asked you.

Meet him in the air?" Tom snorted, "good grief, talk about horrible directions to nowhere.

Você ri quando não digo nada de engraçado e responde na mesma hora. Nunca para para pensar no que eu digo.

I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls.

Sid: She laughed and said to her oppo, 'Oh dear, how plebian. Bill: What's 'plebian'? Hancock: Plebian! It's from the latin 'plebes', defined by Pliny as derivative from 'plebiscum'. Bill: Yeah, but what does it mean? Hancock: It means you're a scruffbag!

My definition of mythology is "other people's religion," which suggests that ours must be something else. My definition of religion, then, is "misunderstood mythology"—and the misunderstanding consists in mistaking the symbol for the reference.

It's queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there has never been anything like it, and never can be.

It's queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there had never been anything

Hungry Joe was crazy, and no one knew it better than Yossarian, who did everything he could to help him. Hungry Joe just wouldn't listen to Yossarian. Hungry Joe just wouldn't listen because he thought Yossarian was crazy

They were four clean-cut kids who were having lots of fun, and they were driving Yossarian nuts. He could not make them understand that he was a crotchety old fogey of twenty-eight, that he belonged to another generation, another era, another world, that having a good time bored him and was not worth the effort, and that they bored him, too. He could not make them shut up; they were worse than women. They had not brains enough to be introverted and repressed.

He could not make them shut-up; they were worse than women. They had not brains enough to be introverted and repressed.

Now, where were we? Read me back the last line.' 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take shorthand. 'Not my last line, stupid!' the colonel shouted. 'Somebody else's.' 'Read me back the last line.' read back the corporal. 'That's my last line again!' shrieked the colonel, turning purple with anger. 'Oh, no, sir,' corrected the corporal. 'That's my last line. I read it to you just a moment ago. Don't you remember, sir? It was only a moment ago.

Why couldn't anybody understand that he was not really a freak but a normal, lonely adult trying to lead a normal, lonely adult life?

Nobody asked you what you did say to Yossarian. We asked you what you didn't say to him.

hands I could deny there were crab apples in my cheeks. Every time someone asked me why I was walking around with crab apples in my cheeks, I'd just open my hands and show them it was rubber balls I was walking around with, not crab apples, and that they were in my hands, not my cheeks. It was a good story. But I never knew if it got across or not, since it's pretty tough to make people understand you when you're talking to them with two crab apples in your cheeks.

Metcalf, is that your foot I'm stepping on?' 'No, sir. It must be Lieutenant Scheisskopf's foot.' 'It isn't my foot,' said Lieutenant Scheisskopf. 'Then maybe it is my foot after all,' said Major Metcalf. 'Move it.' 'Yes, sir. You'll have to move your foot first, colonel. It's on top of mine.' 'Are you telling me to move my foot?' 'No, sir. Oh, no, sir.

Não me confunde coisa nenhuma. Fico simplesmente irritado por julgarem que não passo de um pateta. Pensam que são espertos e todos nós estúpidos.

I think it's a little presumptuous on his part to think that I would want to talk to him anyway. I mean, sure, I went home with him, probably slept with him, ate breakfast with him, and wore his clothes to work the next day. None of this I see as necessarily flirtatious on my part.

Sometimes you might say something you think is true.

One man's insanity is another man's genius; someday the world will recognize the genius in my insanity.

Because nothing between human beings is uncomplicated and there's no way to speak of human beings without simplifying and misrepresenting them.

Marianne laughed. But you can't disappoint me! I don't love you.

HUSBAND: Is something wrong? BETHIE: Why--why do you ask? HUSBAND: You looked so lonely, suddenly. As if you'd forgotten I'm here.

Critics sometimes appear to be addressing themselves to works other than those I remember writing.