Quotes About Misunderstanding

I never said I had no idea about most of the things you said I said I had no idea about.

I thought I had a talent for alienating people, but I have no idea what it is that doesn't go over.

You have no idea what it is like to constantly disappoint people. You see it the moment you meet them. You see in their eyes that they expected something so entirely different, and here they are meeting... you.

Actually, I had no idea what shooting hoops was or were. I thought dunking was something you did with a beignet and a cup of steaming coffee. I wasn't exactly sure what a Knick was.

My old mother, she has no idea what's going on in this world.

I'm completely dyslexic - it's the writing part. People read what I've written, and they have no idea what I'm trying to say.

I'm not an aristocrat. I have no idea what that is.

In L.A., people will recognize me for doing 'Girls,' but have no idea that I have ever done anything on Broadway or can sing or dance or any of that stuff.

Sometimes I'll be in circles, and I'll say I'm a jazz singer, and they have no idea what that means.

Ain't no problem with me and Kevin Gates; everybody just trippin'.

I always need to clear up what I do. With everyone else, there is no problem, but with me, all hell is raised up.

Mom says its because she has PMS. Steve almost choked but composed himself quickly. Do you even know what that means? Jonah pushed his glasses up. I'm not a little kid anymore. It means pissed-at-men syndrome.

avoid you. I want to avoid you." He stared at her, plainly confused.

A lady pulls her car into the mechanic's shop because her car is running poorly. A little while later, the mechanic comes out and she asks him, "What's the story with my car?" The mechanic replies, "Just crap in the carburetor." "Oh," she says. "How often do I need to do that?

I'm riding beside my best friend, and I tell him, in the same offhand tone my mother had used, That's my grandfather's funeral, and he looks at me as if I'm insane.

He claims not to be drinking, but I don't think he knows what this means.

I may not know the weight of those things, but I could feel the weight of that one, so I kept it to myself. You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.

You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.

She was trying to say something else; she was trying to say that the inability to articulate what one feels in any satisfactory way is one of our enduring tragedies. It wouldn't have been much, and it wouldn't have been useful, but it would have been something that reflected the gravity and the sadness inside her. Instead, she had snapped at him for being a loser. It was as if she were trying to find a handhold on the boulder of her feelings, and had merely ended up with grit under her nails.

He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine.

Capisci che non stai andando bene quando non puoi raccontare agli altri i fatti più semplici della tua vita, solo perché immaginerebbero che gli stai chiedendo pietà. Secondo me è per questo che una si sente così lontana da tutti, alla fine: qualunque cosa pensi di dirgli, finisce sempre che li fai star male.

When we first split up, he called me a stalker, but that's like an emotive word, stalker, isn't it? I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door. And I only turned up at his work twice. Three times, if you count his Christmas party, which I don't, because he said he was going to take me to that anyway.

Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breasts that I would try to touch her between her legs, a gesture that had a sort of self-parodying wit about it: it was like trying to borrow a fiver, getting turned down, and asking to borrow fifty quid instead. These

He accused her of being bourgeois, whatever that was—it seemed to involve engagement rings and babies and all sorts of things she wasn't interested in. He got so heated about them that for a moment she thought he might actually be proposing, in an angry, cack-handed fashion.