Quotes About Misunderstanding

You always get everything wrong. It's Goofy. It's not nuts.

She had thought the chewing and digesting were meant literally and wondered, horrified, why Mo had hung on his workshop door the words of someone who vandalized books.

Not even PEBKAC this time," Van said. Problem Exists Between Keyboard and Chair.

You said I was in love. You were right. But that never happened, either.

The only GOOD Roman is a DEAD Roman," said Camicazi. Hiccup sighed. "That isn't true. I'm sure there are LOADS of good Romans. But all the good Romans are probably quietly minding their own business back in Rome.

It was as if, when her father spoke, her mother looked at him and saw a little goldfish, popping open his mouth over and over again but making no sound. And when her mother spoke, her father looked and saw a piranha doing the same thing.

Perhaps, as was often the case with human interactions, it meant nothing.

Autocorrect can happen to anyone, but I seriously don't understand what goes on between him and his phone.

Dude, he said, Calm down. This was something I hated being told, especially by a boy. My voice might rise half an octave, I thought of telling him, but there's no need to take cover - I will not leap from my chair to embrace you, I will not even shriek with delight.

I often messed up with people, it was true, but it rarely happened because I was reading them wrong; it was because I got nervous, or because I could see too clearly that I was not what they wanted. And, in fact, it was in falling short that I truly excelled.

Just so I understand—" Noah Brewster said, and the confusion on his face made me wonder if he'd turn out to be one of the ding-dongs.

Really, we did not share a vocabulary that would allow for such a conversation; it was far too late to tell her anything.

Poor Melody, he thought again, because she saw love as something that gets you what you want. She didn't understand at all.

The rest of them were pretty sure they understood things, and that made them bad listeners.

She thought his sarcasms were unnecessary.

Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.

There had been nothing between them, and yet they had come together, exchanging their nakedness repeatedly.... She had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met or whom they fought. And now she saw, and turned silent in seeing. For she had been wrong. She had said he was something he was not; she had felt familiar with him. Whereas he was apart all the while, living as she never lived, feeling as she never felt.

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies-thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

Besides- her voice suddenly flashed into anger and contempt, it is disgusting, bits of lads and girls courting. It is not courting, he cried. I don't know what else you call it. It's not! Do you think we spoon and do? We only talk.

He would not have it that they were lovers. The intimacy between them had been kept so abstract, such a matter of the soul, all thought and weary struggle into consciousness, that he saw it only as a Platonic friendship. He stoutly denied there was anything else between them. Miriam was silent, or else she very quietly agreed. He was a fool who did not know what was happening to himself.

Why don't men and women really like one another nowadays?' Connie asked Tommy Dukes, who was more or less her oracle.

Usually he looked as if he saw things, was full of life, and warm; then his smile, like his mother's, came suddenly and was very lovable; and then, when there was any clog in his soul's quick running, his face went stupid and ugly. He was the sort of boy that becomes a clown and a lout as soon as he is not understood, or feels himself held cheap; and, again, is adorable at the first touch of warmth.

I've brought thee a sup o' tea, lass, he said. Well you needn't, for you know I don't like it, she replied. Drink it up, it'll pop thee off to sleep again. She accepted the tea. It pleased him to see her take it and sip it. I'll back my life there's no sugar in, she said. Yi - there's one big un, he replied, injured. It's a wonder, she said sipping again. She had a winsome face when her hair was loose. He loved her to grumble at him in this manner.