Quotes About Misunderstanding

she would have been glad to be equally satisfied that her daughter had meant to encourage him by protesting against his proposals, but she dared not believe it, and could not help saying so.

I am quite uneasy about your dear brother, not having heard from him since he went to Oxford; and am fearful of some misunderstanding. Your kind offices will set all right: he is the only man I ever did or could love, and I trust you will convince him of it.

a whole day's tête-à-tête between two women can never end without a quarrel.

I need a wife." Marjorie sat back down, her knees giving out from under her, unable to stop the audible gasp that escaped her mouth. "Not you, you ninny." Even though marriage to him was the last thing she wanted, Marjorie couldn't help but be slightly insulted by this last.

Sometimes I think it's me. I think I must be doing something wrong, giving out subliminal messages so they can smell the desperation, read the neon lights on my forehead . . . "KEEP AWAY FROM THIS WOMAN, SHE IS LOOKING FOR COMMITMENT," but most of the time I think it's them. Bastards. All of them.

To seek for the look of things as a primary purpose or as the main drama is apt to make nothing but trouble.

He was turning out to be one of those men whose interest diminished as they got to know you. You got into this pattern of trying to be interesting by revealing more and more of yourself, like a salesman unpacking his sample bag, but the man, though he looked like he was smiling and paying attention, was really shaking his head internally—not that, not that either, no I don't think so, not today.

A man whose axe was missing suspected his neighbor's son. The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief, and spoke like a thief. But the man found his axe while he was digging in the valley, and the next time he saw his neighbor's son, the boy walked, looked, and spoke like any other child.

Are we fighting? I asked Morelli. No. Were discussing. Are you sure? Am I yelling? Morelli asked. Is my face purple? Are the cords on my neck standing out? Am I waving my arms around? No. The were not fighting.

I don't know if it's a good idea to give a woman a box of bullets when she's got a pimple.

Of course it's your fault, Grandma said. You must be doing something wrong, if you know what I mean. Maybe you need to buy a book that tells you how to do it. I hear there are books out there with pictures and everything. I saw one in the store the other day. It was called A Sex Guide for Dummies.

I'd slept with Ranger! Not sexually, of course. But I'd been in his bed. And then there was the evil shower gel. It was all because of the shower gel, I said. Morelli's eyes narrowed. Shower gel? I made a major effort not to sigh. Long story. You probably don't want to hear it.

Maybe your pregnant. Oops, hold on, you're not pregnant, on account of you're not gettin any.

You're my bodyguard and lover. She shook her head. Just your bodyguard. He'll never believe I'm not sleeping with you. You aren't. Even I find that unbelievable, Nick said.

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time rolling on the ground with men who think a stiffy represents personal growth.

I was pretty sure this time "Babe" meant I was giving him a cramp in his sphincter.

He looked just like himself. Didn't look like he was living in dark alleys. He was clean, fresh shaven. Didn't look hungry. Had on clean clothes. Seemed to be alone. Was a little, um, upset. Said I was a pain in the ass. No! You? A pain in the ass? I can't imagine why anyone would think that.

So rather than try to hide it, I've built it into your cover." "Which is what?" "You're my bodyguard and lover." She shook her head. "Just your bodyguard." "He'll never believe I'm not sleeping with you." "You aren't." "Even I find that unbelievable," Nick said.

I exchanged glances with my mother and Grandma. None of us wanted to tell my father about the contract on Grandma. "Mistaken identity," I said. "Prank," my mother said. "Damn aliens," Grandma said.

My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.

I could be wrong here," Lula said, "but I think you're dumb as a box of rocks." "Sticks and stones," Cal said.

My grandmother says your grandmother is stalking her.

She knew that the Germans were unhappy, but like everyone else, she thought Germans were always unhappy.

I thought your mother liked me." "My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.