Quotes About Misunderstanding

Mutual understanding becomes misunderstanding, when there are no longer commitments, no definite expectations, no responsibilities and no common objectives. Misunderstanding may end up in regret, pain and confusion. ("Mutual understanding" )

I know I did the right thing, but no one would ever understand.

Firestar, you can be so dense.

Hollypaw felt a wave of sadness. They used to share everything, but now getting details out of her brother was like trying to pick fleas off a hedgehog. Unless they jumped out by themselves, there was no way she could reach them.

I think your hearing has become as poor as your eyesight!" snapped Smallear impatiently.

Jaypaw let out an exasperated sigh. "Mousefur, for the last time-" "The last time?" Mousefur snapped. "Good. Go away.

Fireheart!" Ravenpaw meowed in delight. "Fireheart," Graystripe corrected him.

Any cat would think we'd pulled his tail out.

No." Hollypaw sat down, wishing Jaypaw would stop messing around with the herbs and talk to her properly. "He's just been so tired lately, and grumpy. Every time I talk to him he practically nips my whiskers off.

He stomped around the camp for a quarter moon, grumbling about queens who couldn't tell the difference between birth pains and indigestion.

Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.' -Nora & Patch (PG 226)

Dear Bea—Can't make it today—sorry. Parent arriving lunch per. to ask why son got 35% on Midterm. Must answer him. How? Sylvia Dear Syl—Don't try. There's no communication; no one really listens. Every man is an island. Give him a container of coffee instead. Bea

Wrrite, wrrite, Lapochka, why you don't wrrite?" and assure me that a horse, even with four legs, stumbles. I found it difficult to explain to her what I was writing. "It's about Colley Cibber," I said. "He was an actor, playwright and poet." "Also poet?" Varya asked suspiciously. "Who he? Pushkin?

I also had a mistaken attitude towards certain comrades.

As all advocates of feminist politics know most people do not understand sexism or if they do they think it is not a problem. Masses of people think that feminism is always and only about women seeking to be equal to men. And a huge majority of these folks think feminism is anti-male. Their misunderstanding of feminist politics reflects the reality that most folks learn about feminism from patriarchal mass media.

But she kept on hoping - really, stupidly hoping - that someone one day would understand what she meant. That one day she'd have a proper conversation with someone instead of just a series of audible misconnections.

Friends who seemed somehow to be slipping towards unfriends.

Others will forever be scratching their heads and wondering what's wrong with you and comparing notes (he's always been a bit strange; she's so neurotic; I think he's gay).

You never said you used to play Dungeon and Dragons," Lesley had said when I explained my reasoning. I'd been tempted to tell her that I was thirteen at the time, and anyway it was Call of Cthulhu, but I've learned from bitter experience that such remarks generally only make things worse.

Leslie said that the capacity not to notice a traditional Dutch folk-dancing band walk up behind you was not a survival characteristic in the complex fast-paced world of the modern policing environment. I'd like to point out that I was trying to give directions to a slightly deaf tourist at the time and anyway it was a Swedish dance troupe.

It's because I'm a rat,' he said. 'Isn't it?' 'You're not really a rat,' I said. 'I'm a rat and this is a violation of the human rights act.' I really wish members of the public would bother to read that bloody act before quoting from it. 'No it isn't,' I said. 'Apart from anything else, if you really are a rat, then the Human Rights Act doesn't apply.

I'm sorry, I couldn't find "a good song" in your music. —Siri

I hate it when people listen to what I say in an inappropriate fashion.

There shall be no love lost.