Quotes About Misunderstanding

It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.

I couldn't believe Sam actually got me a present because i honestly thought the "I love you" was it.

Well," David said, breaking a fry in half and examining the fluffy insides. "He runs a fertilizer plant." Stevie looked up at him sharply. Was he making fun of her parents? A pilot and someone who ran a crap plant?

All immigration is based on misapprehension.

I usually like to interact with people who don't speak until it's necessary but I was intimidated by Carl's physique. I didn't feel inferior so much as incompatible. Carl existed on a plane where success was measured by physical feats. He had a brain because his body needed it, rather than the opposite. I didn't understand such people. I didn't know what they wanted, or might do.

it's much easier to be incomprehensible than intelligent, and most people can't spot the difference.

He tilted his head to one side. She would come to know this gesture well over the next two years: Gilly mentally ratcheting his intelligence down until he found a level he could share with her. "The ship isn't alive. It can't communicate with us." "But

Kikkhf fkattkx hfkixu zttkcu, she said. Shoasdsdaotdasasdme.

One is taught to refrain from irony, because mankind does tend to take it literally.

And was it not clear now that the absorbing need in her soul, the need to love, would never—except for a brief while, now and then, and by an unfortunate misunderstanding—be fulfilled?

The Frenchwoman threw up her hands and apostrophised heaven. To this day she believes that all the bonnes of Oxford are mad, but mad, and of a madness.

After all we'd been through, we still couldn't take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other's throats.

Don't say it," I said, floundering ashore and into the judgmental gaze of Moo.

I really began to feel that the young were beyond me. I often appeared to myself a deceiver. Why? I didn't want to undermine her belief that Tivoli surpassed anything I had ever seen anywhere and that an afternoon in Tivoli, for example, was happiness squared; but I just couldn't feel that way about it.

illusory transparency of intent.

There is not a hint of one person who was afraid to draw near him. There were those who mocked him. There were those who were envious of him. There were those who misunderstood him. There were those who revered him. But there was not one person who considered him too holy, too divine, or too celestial to touch. There was not one person who was reluctant to approach him for fear of being rejected. Remember that. Remember

If more Africans had eaten missionaries, the continent would be in better shape.

Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, Marguerite, forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were, and I would answer generously, No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.

The Blacks was a white foreigner's idea of a people he did not understand. Genet had superimposed the meanness and cruelty of his own people onto a race he had never known, a race already nearly doubled over carrying the white man's burden of greed and guilt, and which at the same time toted its own insufficiency. I threw the manuscript into a closet, finished with Genet and his narrow little conclusions. Max

Their remarks and responses were like a Ping-Pong game with each volley clearing the net and flying back to the opposition. The sense of what they were saying became lost, and only the exercise remained. The exchange was conducted with the certainty of a measured hoedown and had the jerkiness of Monday's wash snapping in the wind—now cracking east, then west, with only the intent to whip the dampness out of the cloth.

They don't really hate us. They don't know us. How can they hate us? They mostly scared.

But what mother and daughter understand each other, or even have the sympathy for each other's lack of understanding?

a big man, who was himself protected by the shield of a bad reputation

I think that everyone thought that the Depression like everything else, was for the white-folks, so it had nothing to do with them.