Quotes About Misunderstanding

Yes, Leander locked me out. I'd gone with my child for a birthday party. Leander and his mother were running out of the building as I was entering. They even put my clothes in boxes and threw them out.

If you see me as just the princess then you misunderstand who I am and what I have been through.

Throughout our career, people thought Bobby and I disliked each other. That's not true, but our relationship was very complicated. We were like brothers - and brothers don't always see eye to eye.

When some women literally throw themselves at you, it's easy to get confused and think that every woman is eager for your attentions.

People started saying I was ignoring my country, making up stories about me. Ludicrous things, like that I throw tea on my assistants.

If people think that you're throwing babies out, dissecting children, to do stem-cell research, I'm not for that.

The problem with writing a book about bulimia is that whenever you go to the washroom, people think you're throwing up.

I resist and resent the idea of California as a metaphor. It's something thrust upon us, usually by people in the East.

I saw a hockey game where they threw the puck aside and just started fighting. I saw that, and I'm like, 'So I'm the thug?'

I know some 'thugs,' and they know I'm the furthest thing from a thug. I've fought that my whole life, just coming from where I'm coming from.

Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.

A friend of mine rang the box office to collect a ticket I'd reserved for her, and the girl said, 'Who's Lesley Manville?'

I always thought it was funny that my grandparents had bought a ticket to New York and ended up in Glasgow.

My mom's last name is Bob. My dad's last name is Waksberg. Every time I try to get a ticket at will call, they say last name. And I say, Bob-Waksberg. And I see them looking under W. I go, no, Bob-Waksberg. And they go, no, last name. And I go no, my last name is Bob-Waksberg.

I thought my dad was out of work, because my friends had fathers with briefcases who'd go off somewhere with bow ties on. But my father would finish breakfast and go back to his room.

I have always done my bit to improve Indo-Pak ties, but sometimes you say something, and it is interpreted the other way.

Maureen says, "It amazed me to realize that the women's tendency to focus on their work rather than effectively communicating what they were doing got interpreted as a lack of commitment. This seemed counterintuitive, because you'd think hard work would demonstrate loyalty.

The point is, you had no way of knowing. But you decided it had to be about you.

Lady Beatrice grunted and turned to Emma. "Here is your escort, dear." She shook the elderly man's arm and shouted in his ear, "This is Miss Peterson, Mr. Maxwell. You'll be taking her in to dinner." "What? Thinner?" Mr. Maxwell was so bent over, his face was only inches above Emma's bosom. "Sacrilege! Don't take an ounce off 'em, my dear." Emma stepped back before a bit of drool hit her bodice.

You're very beautiful, dear", she said, "what nationality are you, Indian?" "No", I smiled, "I'm Aboriginal." She looked at me in shock. "You can't be," she said. "I am." "Oh, you poor thing," she said, putting her arm around me, "what on earth are you going to do?

You're very beautiful, dear', she said, 'what nationality are you, Indian?' 'No', I smiled, 'I'm Aboriginal.' She looked at me in shock. 'You can't be,' she said. 'I am.' 'Oh, you poor thing,' she said, putting her arm around me, 'what on earth are you going to do?

It was soon painfully clear that when he looked at me what he mainly saw was a cute animal, clownish and a little stupid, something like a very small dog with buckteeth. He had no inkling of my true character, that I was in fact grossly cynical, moderately vicious, and a melancholy genius, or that I had read more books than he had.

It's weird to hear this again - to hear how I was perceived by people before they got to know me. Some of the girls thought I was a bitch - aloof, distant - but now they see the truth.

When civil fury first grew high,And men fell out they knew not why.