Quotes About Misunderstanding

It must have really not liked me, but I can't imagine why, don't say anything Amelia."Amelia shrugged her shoulders, "It liked me the first time."Otto smirked, "Well I have no idea why.

It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice, you were into an argument, and they were telling you what was going to happen.

I suppose you really don't need those wires they used tonight, huh?" she said."I'm a vampire, not a ghost." He seemed offended.

Notwithstanding how good you are, you shall be perceived as bad by the masses when you take the extraordinary steps that lead to distinctiveness which the masses may regard as bad

Do you get the irony?Who is now talking about, who ain't serious?Oh, we gonna do that and that and that and that?… Yeah, yeah You just wanna trick me one more time….

Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don't want to hear it.

People want me to be funny all the time. They think I'm being funny no matter what I say or do and that's not the case.

There would be no society if living together depended upon understanding each other.

No. This has to do with drugs." My jaw fell open and I almost lost my toothbrush. "You're on drugs?" She pressed her mouth together. "No. You are." "I'm on drugs?" I asked, stunned. I had no idea.

Okay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together." "No," I said. "No?" "We're, uh, not in West Virginia.

And she hated him—perhaps the more so because there was no reason for her hatred. Quite the contrary. She was the one who had wronged him . . . His own dislike was a result of what she had done to him. And she knew now that the way she had justified her behavior all those years ago had been all wrong. There had been no justification.

One thing at least was beginning to clarify itself in Elizabeth's mind. Their separation had not been brought about by his lack of love or by cruelty. Somehow there had been a massive misunderstanding. For six years each of them had believed the other at fault. Each had carried the pain and the bitterness all that time.

They had told each other their stories, yet had failed to understand what had happened. And they had parted. It was all over. But why should that be? They had loved each other passionately six years before, had defied their families in order to marry, and had grieved for each other ever since. They loved and wanted each other now. Why should they be apart forever? Had they not suffered enough?

Have you noticed, Marius, she asked on one occasion, that the English tend to feel that if they talk loudly enough, the French will understand them? As if talking French were an affliction of the deaf?

You make a joke of everything . . . It is impossible to talk to you.

He doubtless thought I had you in the bushes ravishing you. Well, she said, you must admit that you had something not too far distant from that on your mind. A kiss? he said. Similar to ravishment? You malign me. I was about to kiss you, Diana, in the tradition of true romance.

He would not have raised an eyebrow and smiled behind his eyes at a lady whose bed he had climbed into by mistake one night. He would have done the gentlemanly thing and died of mortification.

It always was well nigh impossible to get any sense out of you, Jack, she said. Have you ever said anything to anyone that you really meant?

And you would probably be always telling me that I am angry with you when I am not angry at all but only afraid of losing you.

Of course she'd told him she would, but if the man hadn't registered her sarcasm, then he wasn't making full use of his ears.

Distressing to be hated because of lies, isn't it. (Mirella) Especially when there are so many legitimate reasons to be hated. (Schramm)

She would not show her personality, and even if she did, nobody would see it; they would be too distracted by the thought of a mechanical cunt, endlessly absorbing discharge.

We denken alleen nog aan onze kennismaking.' 'Toen jij zo woest op me was en ik niet begreep waarom.' Hij keek haar lachend aan. 'Ik zal vast nog wel eens woest op je zijn, hertog Luciano,' zei Arianna.

Zwanger!' zei Arianna. 'Hoe kan hij nou zwanger zijn?