Quotes About Misunderstanding

Most men would rather be charged with malice than with making a blunder.

The man who is anybody and who does anything is surely going to be criticized, vilified, and misunderstood. This is part of the penalty for greatness, and every man understands, too, that it is no proof of greatness.

When I told her we were going to roast her, she said, "Of course, . . . they only crucify the innocent."

'Are you lost daddy?' I asked tenderly. 'Shut up,' he explained.

Don't quote me; that's what you heard, not what I said.

It is always safe to assume that people are more subtle and less sensitive than they seem.

The reason that husbands and wives do not understand each other is because they belong to different sexes.

A man does not know what he is saying until he knows what he is not saying.

We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned to you, and ye have not wept.

Sometimes people mistake the way I talk for what I am thinking.

After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No bablo ingles."

A very great part of the mischiefs that vex this world arises from words.

We should have a great many fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.

Words will build no walls.

England and America are two countries separated by the same language.

I've had a wonderful evening — but this wasn't it.

They said 'ski', but they heard 'vodka'!

I knew a man who succeeded in finding an evil word for everything he didn't have and everything he didn't understand.

But people can take your truth and stretch it, twist it, tear it apart, turn it inside out and when you get it back, you are making enemies and when you try and straighten it out, you talk a whole lot more and give the people new ammunition to shoot back at you and then you have made more enemies!

remembering that human beings cannot produce 20,000 unique sounds, even if you were to include belching and hawking great globs of phlegm (which I think counts in Chinese), the linguistic powers that be--whoever they are--threw in tones, possibly to ensure that no foreigner over the ages of thirty would have any chance whatsoever of understanding that Chinese language.

There is one faction that believes George Bush is a simpleton with the brain capacity of plankton, and that is why we are in the mess we're in. Then there's another faction that believes George Bush is not only smarter than plankton, but that he is a diabolical mastermind, possibly even the spawn of Satan himself, and that is why we are in the mess we're in.

Often the crowd does not recognize a leader until he has gone, and then they build a monument for him with the stones they threw at him in life.

The thing was, Qhuinn felt like he wanted to explain things. Unfortunately, and unlike his slut cousin, Saxton the Cocksucker, he had no gift with words.

I'm sorry, he muttered. If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something. She glared at him. I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated. His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.