Quotes About Misunderstanding

The door to my boss's office is always closed now, and we haven't traded more than two words any day since he found the fight club rules in the copy machine and I maybe implied I might gut him with a shotgun blast. Just me clowning around, again.

No, I just mean … I'm not into … this." "This?" Her scowl deepens and her teeth bare. "Aliens?" "Women." "Oh. Oh. " "Yes, oh." "Oh.

That is an entire box of thermal detonators." "I didn't think they were snow globes." "Can I trust you not to blow us up? You handle those things like a dockworker dropping off a case of potted bantha meat.

No, no, I know, it's just—you know, I thought . . ." "Because I have Syrian heritage I hate the Jews?" "When you put it like that, I'm pretty sure I'm a dumb-ass.

Maybe that's the problem with generations. You start to forget what it was like when you were like them, so they become your enemy and you become theirs and nobody understands each other. Then you die and they become you and finally, finally they understand, but by then it's too late.

It was terrible, being married to someone who thinks the worst of you.

It's the strangest thing about being human: to know so much, to communicate so much, and yet always to fall so drastically short of clarity, to be, in the end, so isolate and inadequate. Even when people try to say things, they say them poorly, or obliquely, or they outright lie, sometimes because they're lying to you, but as often because they're lying to themselves.

It's the strangest thing about being human: to know so much, to communicate so much, and yet always to fall so drastically short of clarity, to be, in the end, so isolate and inadequate. Even when people try to say things, they say them poorly, or obliquely, or they outright lie, sometimes because they're lying to you, but as often because they're lying to themselves. Sirena

All those years we'd been friends, since forever, we'd used the same words and perhaps meant different things--sometimes slightly different, but other times radically dissimilar; and we'd never known it.

It's the strangest thing about being human: to know so much, to communicate so much, and yet always to fall so drastically short of clarity, to be, in the end, so isolate and inadequate. Even when people try to say things, they say them poorly, or obliquely, or they outright lie, sometimes because they're lying to you, but as often because they're lying to themselves.

Love! Who said anything about love? Jaime

Kurogane: You just said Buu with your mouth, right? That isn't whistling. Fai: I don't know how to whistle.

Kate felt very offended. 'I am not an elf,' she insisted. 'I'm an Englishwoman!

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

It's impossible to have a meaningful conversation about happiness without understanding what makes each of us tick. When we find ourselves stuck in unhappy careers—and even unhappy lives—it is often the result of a fundamental misunderstanding of what really motivates us.

Even with good intentions and deep love, we can fundamentally misunderstand each other. We get caught up in the day-to-day chores of our lives. Our communication ends up focusing only on who is doing what. We assume things.

you must be careful with kindness. It's usually mistaken for weakness by stupid people.

Well, I am denying it. You think the world revolves around sex. It's pathetic.

understanding is that word came down from Mr. Specter that there was no threat and

Why do you have a picture of my mentor, Siri, on the shelf above your fireplace? - Evaline. ... That's not your mentor... That's my mother, Desiree. - Mina

Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed

The white men who wrote it didn't understand it either, if all men did not truly mean all men.

He was jailed for inciting riots that weren't riots but peaceful gatherings.

The disconnect between his mouth and his mind. That's where the camera came in. It was the unspoken thing between him and the others.