Quotes About Misunderstanding

Un matrimonio dovrebbe basarsi sulla reciproca incomprensione.

Good heavens!  Is marriage so demoralizing as that? Lane.  I believe it is a very pleasant state, sir.  I have had very little experience of it myself up to the present.  I have only been married once.  That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between myself and a young person. Algernon.

Who is he? Nobody! cried Molly, with indignation. Then you shouldn't answer so loud, said the great-aunt

I used to get upset by people not understanding me, but I've made a career out of it now.

It just shows how one half of the world doesn't know how three quarts live.

I never said I didn't like kissing you. The problem is too many guys have like kissing you. - Erik Night to Zoey Redbird (Ch 26)

No. Seriously. Speak American and not this ancient and very fucked-up, confusing olden-day Euro crap. Without the confusing woo-woo refrences, explain why the hell you're writing Zoey off.

Oh, Zoeybird, did I call your mother's husband a damn turd monkey outloud?' 'Yes, Grandma, you did.' She looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling. 'Good.

Something must be wrong with me to stop a good girl-on-girl fight

When boys get mad its not so bad When girls get mad world WW3 is about to start!

I couldn't tell what the hell Heath was talking about." Stark's stomach tightened. "You mean Aurox." "Yeah, Aurox." Zoey frowned. "That's what I said. So, what's going on?" Stark was too tired to argue with her, so he ignored her Freudian slip

The exquisite code of politeness of the Woosters prevented me clipping her one on the ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it. There seemed to me something deliberately fat-headed in the way she persisted in missing the gist.

Jeeves, Mr Little is in love with that female. So I gathered, sir. She was slapping him in the passage. I clutched my brow. Slapping him? Yes, sir. Roguishly.

Don't they put aunts in Turkey in sacks and drop them in the Bosphorus?' 'Odalisques, sir, I understand. Not aunts.

Have you lost the girl you love?' 'That's what I'm trying to figure out. I can't make up my mind. It all depends what construction you place on the words "I never want to see or speak to you again in this world or the next, you miserable fathead."' 'Did she say that?

anyone looking at you would write you off as a brainless nincompoop with about as much intelligence as a dead rabbit.

I may be wronging her, but I have an idea that she's the sort of girl who would want a fellow to carve out a career and what not. I know I've heard her speak favourably of Napoleon. So what with one thing and another the jolly old frenzy sort of petered out, and now we're just pals. I think she's a topper, and she thinks me next door to a looney, so everything's nice and matey.

Mr. Roddis: [Outraged at the presence of two apparent burglars (actually his in-laws) having tea in his suburban home] - And they've opened a pot of my raspberry jam. Uncle Fred: [Architect of the above missunderstanding] Ah, then you will be able to catch them red-handed. I should fetch a policman.

But, Bill, old scout, your sister says there's a most corking links near here. He turned and stared at me, and nearly ran us into the bank. You don't mean honestly she said that? She said you said it was better than St. Andrews. So I did. Was that all she said I said? Well, wasn't it enough? She didn't happen to mention that I added the words, 'I don't think'? No, she forgot to tell me that. It's the worst course in Great Britain.

She has heard what a loony you are, and she seems to think it may be hereditary. "I hope you are not like your uncle," she keeps saying, with a sort of brooding look in her eye.' 'You must have misunderstood her. "I hope you are like your uncle," she probably said. Or "Do try, darling, to be more like your uncle.

At present, he's got the idea that I'm a kind of ... Who was the chap who was such a devil with the other sex? ... Donald something. Donald Duck?' Don Juan. That's the fellow I mean

You can't go by what a girl says, when she's giving you the devil for making a chump of yourself. It's like Shakespeare. Sounds well, but doesn't mean anything.

Bertie," said Bingo reproachfully, "I saved your life once." "When?" "Didn't I? It must have been some other fellow, then." ("Jeeves in the Springtime")

George Emerson showed a trace of confusion. Being honest with himself, he had to admit that he did not exactly know what he did mean—if he meant anything. That, he felt rather bitterly, was the worst of Aline. She would never let a fellow's good things go purely as good things; she probed and questioned and spoiled the whole effect. He was quite sure that when he began to speak he had meant something, but what it was escaped him for the moment.