Quotes About Misunderstanding

Eskiden her insan hakk?nda hiçbir esasa dayanmadan, s?rf mukavemet edilmez bir hissin, bir pe?in hükmün tesiriyle nas?l: "Bu beni anlamaz?" demi?sem, bu sefer bu kad?n için gene hiçbir esasa dayanmadan fakat o yan?lmaz ilk hisse tabi olarak " ??te bu beni anlar!" diyordum.

Etraflar? taraf?ndan anla??lmayan, haklar?nda daima yanl?? hükümler verilen insanlar?n zamanla bu yaln?zl?klar?ndan bir gurur ve ac? bir zevk duymaya ba?lad?klar?n? biliyordum.

Will it do?" he asked as he folded his arms over his chest. She turned to him. Her eyes grew shuttered and any sign of pleasure vanished from her face. "I suppose I can endure it." As if he couldn't tell she liked it.

So, good day, Your Grace." She started to close the door, but he pushed forward to block the motion. When she lifted her livid gaze, she found him staring at her with the merest hint of respect. "Forgive me, madam, it appears that you and I got off on the wrong foot." "You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.

Forgive me, madam, it appears that you and I got off on the wrong foot." "You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.

Why did Mama say that? Had Papa made her angry again? He made her angry a lot. Gran said it was on account of his "hores." One time Celia asked Nurse what a hore was, and Nurse paddled her and told her that was a bad word. Then why did Papa have them?

it is singularly unpleasant—for you and for those at the receiving end. It is also counterproductive and therefore inefficient.

And yet, as to where the blame for this misunderstanding resides, I can more easily conceive than write: since I am afraid that, while defending my own relations, I should not spare yours.

In the sex-war thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female. —CYRIL CONNOLLY

This has been her problem all her life: picturing other people's responses. She's too good at it. She can picture the response of anyone--other people's reactions, their emotions, their criticisms, their demands--but somehow they don't reciprocate. Maybe they can't. Maybe they lack the gift, if it is one.

Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

I learned about religion the way most children learned about sex, [in the schoolyard]. . . . They terrified me by telling me there was a dead man in the sky watching everything I did and I retaliated by explaining where babies came from. Some of their mothers phoned mine to complain, though I think I was more upset than they were: they didn't believe me but I believed them.

Perhaps he was merely being friendly. Perhaps he saw the look on my face and mistook it for something else. Really what I wanted was the cigarette.

Not that it isn't great to see you. But it's not so great for you. What'd you do wrong? Laugh at his dick?

your kiss no longer literature but fine print, a set of instructions.

But the truth is that I don't know what the villagers thought or talked about, I was so shut off from them. The older ones occasionally crossed themselves when we passed, possibly because my mother was wearing slacks, but even that was never explained.

Who is this Fuck?" says Abraham Lincoln. "Why is he talking to this Fuck? That is not the name of anyone here.

We miss you, Mom, though you were reviled to great profit in magazines and books for ruining your children – that would be us – by not loving them enough, by loving them too much, by wanting too much love from them, by some failure of love –

They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.

It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.

You know I don't read novels,' she said and, trying to equal his jesting mood, went on: 'Besides, you one said it was the height of bad form for husbands and wives to love each other.' 'I once said too God damn many things,' he retorted abruptly and rose to his feet.

You know I don't read novels,' she said and, trying to equal his jesting mood, went on: 'Besides, you once said it was the height of bad form for husbands and wives to love each other.' 'I once said too God damn many things,' he retorted abruptly and rose to his feet.

Then why is your mouth all pursed up in that ridiculous way?

Then--then you mean I've ruined it all--that you don't love me any more? That's right.