Quotes About Misunderstanding

I had mistaken feeling for feeling unhappy.

Good to meet you, Patrick," Will said. "And thank you for the...advice." "Oh, just trying to help my girlfriend get the best out of her job," he said. "That's all." There was a definite emphasis on the word 'my.' "Well, you're a lucky man," Will said, as Nathan began to steer him out. "She certainly gives a good bed bath." The words came out so quickly that the door was closed before Patrick even realized what he had said.

I yelled across the noisy concourse. "That'll do!" But he didn't hear me.

How easily an innocent remark could be misconstrued when every conversation was loaded with history.

He's a singular person, Will. From the time he hit adolescence, I always had to fight the feeling that in his eyes I had somehow done something wrong. I've never been quite sure what it was.

was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

We spend our whole lives trying to get men to talk, she thought. And then when they do we wish we were a million miles away.

writing is perilous, as you can't always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

She made me feel like a first-class idiot, and consequently I became a first-class idiot around her.

Once we were all the same, you know? Now they say I can never know what their problems are. Because I am rich. Somehow I am not allowed to have problems. Or they are strange around me, like I am somehow different person. Like the good things in my life are an insult to others.

See, now you're saying a nice thing and yet somehow it sounds like a bad thing.' 'Not bad,' he said, 'Just...different.

No, but he's sarcastic and mean with it. Every time I say something or suggest something he looks at me like I'm stupid, or says something that makes me feel about two years old.

Lily, our last girl, had rather a clever habit of using that pan for two vegetables at once" meant You're making too much mess. "Perhaps you'd like a cup of tea, Will" actually meant I have no idea what to say to you. "I think I've got some paperwork that needs sorting out" meant You're being rude, and I'm going to leave the room.

When people tell me they don't believe in God, I usually ask, "What God don't you believe in?" They invariably go on to describe a God who is judgmental, vengeful, overbearing, unloving, or whimsical. "Oh, I don't believe in that God, either," I say.

Lane and I got turned down in a lot of places because people thought the manuscript of The Three Little Pigs was too sophisticated. That became a curse word—the 'S' word… People don't give kids enough credit for knowing the fairy tales and being able to get what parody is.

There's that expression, David always uses it: 'I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong.

Listen, I'm going to tell you this because no one else will, Franklin. Spider-Man sucks.

When we were little," I said, louder, "people used to mistake the two of us for twins. At least, that's what my mom tells me. Ask me, I never saw it. For one thing, I'm obviously a lot better-looking than he is. But enough about that, I don't want him crying on his special day.

Some people have things written all over their faces; the big guy had a couple of words misspelled in crayon on his.

We had the whole 'when you assume you make an ass out of you and me' speech in school.

Alexis was at that age, seventeen, when mothers come into view as tyrants or imbeciles or both.

I'm not funny. People assume that because my books are funny, I'll be funny in real life. It's the inevitable disappointment of meeting me.

We communicated with pithy, rather monosyllabic thoughts: viz. Run, Jump, Where? Left, Up, Duck, ect. (This latter was an observation I made on the edge of a lake. Nathaniel unfortunately took it as a command, which resulted in our temporary immersion.) We didn't ever quite say Ug, but it was a close-run thing.

Much has happened since last we met, Bartimaeus," he went on. "Do you remember how we parted?" "No." I did. "You set light to me, old friend. Struck a match and left me burning in a copse." The crow shifted uneasily beneath the cleaver."That's a gesture of endearment in some cultures. Some hug, some kiss, some set each other on fire in small patches of woodland...