Quotes About Misunderstanding

Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?" "Well I would if you'd let me finish," he grumbled.

You think I hate you, but that's not true, Rusty, and if you ever actually lowered your hackles around me you'd realize that I only want to make sure you're safe.

Es una verdad universal que cuando una mujer dice que ha estado pensando, el hombre tiene que preocuparse

If you think my hard-on has nothing to do with you, then you're deluded." Her mouth gaped open as he pushed past her and stalked from the room. "Ooo-kay," she murmured. Not what she'd expected him to say at all.

You don't want me. How could you? You know nothing about me.

No matter what she heard, how could she think it? I love her, damnit. How could she not know?

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Grandmère believes that Ron Weasley, not Voldemort, is the villain of the Harry Potter series.

CracKing: No need to yell. > FtLouie: I'm not yelling!!! > CracKing: You're using excessive amounts of punctuation, and on-line, that's like yelling.

It wasn't me," Lars supplied, from the front seat. "I didn't tell." "Of course it wasn't Lars," Michael said, having overheard him. "Tell Lars no one is blaming him." Seriously, if my life were one of those romance novels with a love triangle, Lars and Michael would be the sexy paranormal alpha males, but the two of them would be in love with each other and just ignore me.

You;re colling me, So i fugure you must not hate me anymore. dOES THIS MEAN YOU WANNA GO OUT? iI'm free tonight. I mean , I have plans, but i can break them. For you. Brandon, you kidnapped me. And then you made the only person I'll ever love in my life hate me. I completely despise you. So..., I take that as a no, you do not want to go out with me tonight.

Nikki Brandon's never hurt anyone. He's competely sweet and adorable. I choked a little on the sip of sparkling water I'k just swallowed. If Brandon was sweet and adorable, I was Satan's bride.

Lana looked at me like I'd just said I'd never watched Bring It On, or something.

John lowered the book he'd been reading. Im sorry. Were you speaking to me? I know you were listening, I said in disgust, taking the book from him and tossing it over the side of the bed. You couldn't possibly have been reading that. You were holding it upside down.

John looked down at me like the awards for most naïve girl in the world had already been handed out, and I'd won first prize.

What?" That's when I knew how wrong I'd been.

Maybe this is how wars get started, because someone tells someone else to shut up, and then no one will apologize.

I'm just not the kind of girl guys think about asking out. Well, maybe they think about it, but they always seem to manage to talk themselves out of it. I don't know if it's because they think I might ram a fist down their throats if they try anything, or if it's just because they are intimidated by my superior intelligence and good looks (ha ha). In the end, they just aren't interested.

I swear to God someday I am going to tie that Scandinavian to my bed and do unspeakable things to him. I know it's been a while since you've had a date, but please keep in mind that Lars has been my bodyguard since I was 14 years old, so I think of him as an older brother. I'm pretty sure you do unspeakable things to MY older brother on a pretty regular basis.

Am I the only one who recalls that Seth Turner used to think trees give off cold air because when you stand in the shade it's cooler than in the sun?

Dolly, I swear to God, if you tell one more person that I saw Max Friedlander naked I will personally come over there and put a stake through your heart, which I hear is the only way to stop someone like you. He was not NAKED, okay? He was fully clothed. FULLY CLOTHED AT ALL TIMES. Well, except for his forearms. But that's all I saw, I swear it. So, stop telling people otherwise!!!

finger sandwich, if I recall." "Yeah," I say. "I'm not so sure you want one of those. I looked it up a little while ago. That's when a girl has sex with two guys at once.

Peça a minha mão em casamento, Luke. Luke, peça a minha mão em casamento. Luke, eu sou o seu pai... Ah, não, espere...

When Judy Moody got to school on Monday, she had a new teacher. Her new teacher was called a sub (not the sandwich). Her new teacher was called Mrs. Grossman. Exactly three things were wrong with that. (1) Mrs. Grossman was NOT gross. (2) Mrs.

Grossman was NOT a man. (3) Mrs. Grossman was NOT Mr. Todd. Judy was the first to raise her hand. "Where's Mr. Todd?" "I'm sure Mr. Todd told everyone on Friday that he was going to a special teacher conference." "I wasn't here Friday," said Judy. "He's going to learn to be a better