Quotes About Misunderstanding

With my dog I don't get no respect. He keeps barking at the front door. He don't want to go out. He wants me to leave.

Don't look at people like they're fools. I don't want to be misunderstand...and I don't want to be a fool again.

I've learned that sometimes when people don't like what you have to say, and don't want to debate you on ideas, it's just easier to call you a dumb blonde from Fox News.

You know what the hardest thing is? What nobody wants to understand -- is me. People want their memories of me to be my memories of me. But you know what? They're not.

It's really hard to know what people want around here sometimes.

All men are afraid of eyelash curlers. They don't understand them, and they don't want to get near them. I sleep with one under my pillow, instead of a gun.

Then it was this big thing. She was like, 'I never want to see you again', and I was like, 'Fine. Okay? Fine. Then get some special goggles.

I don't believe for a minute that women really want to be understood by men.

People who assume I want to run for elected office may be dealing from a bad assumption.

I can't give parties. It's so hard. When I want to call somebody up for dinner they think I'm using them or something. I just can't stand it.

People want the truth but they only want the truth so they can talk bad about you on the blog or on television. They want you to tell them the truth and it screws everybody.

Whoa!!! I heard I offended one of my all time favorite artists Ray Price by my statement "Nobody wants to listen to their grandpas music.

I think people hear the question they want to hear.

I made a lot of good friends in Philadelphia and the last thing that I would want to do is dog anyone in that clubhouse. If I made it sound like that, it was a mistake.

The American people would not want to know of any misquotes that Dan Quayle may or may not make.

Assassinating someone is another way of saying I care, just not in the way they'd want you to.

Users think they know what they want, but you get the horseless carriage effect where you're getting asked for a faster horse.

Now we shall both be alone, and I shall have no way of making you understand.' 'I don't want to make it easier for you,' I said; 'I hope your heart may break; but I do understand.

If we could assemble our words, merge those inside and out, we would be startled to find that we speak but a tenth of what we think. And yet, each of us presumes to expect that the other understands – indeed, hears both the spoken and the unspoken. Mad presumption!

It's a fact that men don't need words, but women do. We have penises, after all. Who needs words when you have a penis? Whereas with women there are two breasts, which invites conversation, just as a good behind presents perfect punctuation, something every man knows. What's wrong with the world? You ask a man and he says, 'Don't ask.' Ask a woman and you'll be dead of old age before she's finished.

any exchange of words with a woman was fraught with her torturer's array of deadly implements, each one hovering at the very edge of a man's comprehension.

You're thinking like a man. That's your mistake. It's all our mistakes, in fact. It's why we're standing out here, three men, no women. If we'd gone and said, why, Precious, we wouldn't even think of it, you know what she'd say then? "What's wrong with me? Am I too ugly or something?" and we'd be in trouble all over again!' Gruntle glanced bemusedly at Mappo, who, rather cryptically, simply nodded.

There's no difference,' he said, 'between speaking aloud or in one's own head – either way, no-one listens.

What's wrong with you?' 'Happy…ha, that's good. Very good.' He then turned to study her. 'You're eager for Skulldeath to take one of those flying leaps straight between your legs? You want to get pregnant with some prince from some Seven Cities flying squirrel tribe?