Quotes About Misunderstanding

If a writer's aim be logical conviction, he must spare no logical pains, not merely to be understood but to escape being misunderstood; but where his object is to move by suggestion, to cause to imagine, then let him assail the soul of his reader as the wind assails an aeolian harp. If there be music in my reader, I would gladly wake it.

He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother. THE END

it was curious that he seemed not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself, but even forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say.

I could see that because I'd seen her cursed she hated me like the devil. Queer!

Is this the baby? I said. Ma turned on me again. What do you think it is? she said. A midget that can't talk?

And they left, neither knowing how close they had come to getting Darkenfloxxedâ"¢ out their wing-wangs.

to misunderstand love as 'complete absorption in' rather than 'in full communication with'.

Has he been to America? He makes a kind of scoffing sound, as in: Right, pal, I'm going to America. America does not like Arabs, he says. They think we are... I will not even say the word. Terrorists, I say. He shuts his eyes in offended agreement.

I want to stab you, Dad, says the little boy. With a sharp sword, you're so dumb.

Too often, to speak is to "get it wrong.

I heard somebody say, 'Where's (Nelson) Mandela?' Well, Mandela's dead. Because Saddam killed all the Mandelas. --George W. Bush, on the former South African president, who is still very much alive, Washington, D.C., Sept. 20, 2007

My first challenge was explaining Andover to my friends in Texas. In those days, most Texans who went away to high school had discipline problems. When I told a friend that I was headed to a boarding school in Massachusetts, he had only one question: "Bush, what did you do wrong?

I don't know what you may have seen fit to tell her, Venetia, but so far as I understand it you could think of nothing better to do than to beguile her with some farrago about wishing Damerel to strew rose-leaves for you to walk on! Damerel, who had resumed his seat, had been staring moodily into the fire, but at these words he looked up quickly. Rose-leaves? His eyes went to Venetia's face, wickedly quizzing her. But my dear girl, at this season? Be quiet, you wretch! she said, blushing.

Did you imagine that you would make me believe ill of Sophy with your foolish and spiteful letter!' he demanded. 'You have tried to set me against her from the outset, but you over-reached yourself today, my girl! How dared you write in such terms to me! How could you have been so crassly stupid as to suppose that Sophy could ever need your countenance to set her right in the eyes of the world, or that I would believe one word of slander against her?

You will allow that one's curiosity must be aroused when one learns that a lady is prepared to elope to escape from advances one had not the least intention of making!

You don't understand!" she exclaimed bitterly. "That," said his lordship, with a touch of acidity, "is a foolish accusation which lacks even the saving grace of originality! Every generation, my child, has said, or thought, that the preceding one was devoid of understanding or experience.

To start with, I know that the General didn't get on with his son, but seemed to prefer his nephew; I know that he disapproved violently of Miss de Silva, and behaved towards her with unparalleled cruelty. How much? interrupted Dinah. Harding replied with perfect gravity: No absinthe, no shower in her bathroom... Did she tell you all that? said Dinah. Don't you think she's rather good value? Yes, but she wastes my time.

Unfortunately, you, Sir Tristram, knowing nothing of me, and being possessed of a tyrannical disposition – I beg your pardon?' 'I did not speak,' replied Sir Tristram, eyeing her frostily. Miss Thane met his look with one of limpid innocence. 'Oh, I quite thought you did!' 'I choked,' explained Sir Tristram. 'Pray continue! You had reached my tyrannical disposition.

She said despairingly: 'I see that I might as well address myself to a gate-post!' 'What very odd things you seem to talk to!' he remarked. 'Do you find gate-posts less responsive than eels?

Yes, and that puts me in mind of another thing I have to say to you! Why the devil don't you take better care of Nell? Did you get her out of a silly scrape? No, you didn't! I did! All you did was put it into her head you thought she had only married you for your fortune, when anyone but a gudgeon must have known she's too big a pea-goose to have enough sense to do anything of the kind!

Frederica tells the park-keepers that Lufra is a purebred Barcelona collie. Alverstoke catches on and says No, Frederica! I TOLD you--it is a HOUND, from Baluchistan! She: Oh, you might have mentioned it was from ASIA! Very remote; the dog had to be smuggled out because the natives were hostile.

But it is infamous that they have not told you!' declared Eustacie. 'Je n'en reviendrai jamais!' 'If it's all the same to you, miss, I'd just as soon you'd talk in a Christian language,' said Mr. Stubbs.

Would you believe it? – the instant she clapped eyes on me, she said that she saw I had taken to dyeing my hair! I was never more shocked, for it is quite untrue! It is not dyeing one's hair merely to restore its colour when it begins to fade a little! I denied it, of course, but all she did was to give the horridest laugh, which made me feel ready to sink, as you may suppose!