Quotes About Misunderstanding

She's right, Kate's right, I'm right and you're wrong. If you drive her away from here it will be over my dead— chair, has it never occurred to you at on one occasion you might be consummately wrong?

Whenever the media do try to pick it up, it slides like a lone noodle from their chopsticks.

Proust cookies. It was literally all he knew of Proust, though he'd once had to listen to someone's lengthy argument that Proust had either described madeleines incorrectly or been describing something else entirely.

Quería explicar que la gente nunca resultaba ser del todo como uno se imagina que es.

Caminaron juntos, como dos universos distintos de experiencias y sentimientos, incapaces de comunicarse.

I'm not witch. I'm your wife.

You keep using that word!" the Spaniard snapped. "I don't think it means what you think it does.

A little maybe; I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said, 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard.' ~ Westley

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. [ Inigo Montoya ]

He'll never catch up!" the Sicilian cried. "Inconceivable!" "You keep using that word!" the Spaniard snapped. "I don't think it means what you think it does.

Back, Witch— I'm not a witch, I'm your wife—

You keep using that word!" the Spaniard snapped. "I don't think it means what you think it does." "How

You keep that saying that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Se mi stai prendendo in giro, Westley, ti uccido». «Come puoi pensare che ti prenda in giro?» «Be', non hai detto nemmeno una volta che mi ami». «È solo questo che vuoi? Facile. Ti amo. Okay? Lo vuoi più forte? Ti amo. Devo sillabarlo? Ti-i-a-emme-o. Lo vuoi a rovescio? Oma it».

Oh, Westley, I didn't mean that, I didn't, I didn't, not a single syllabub of it." Now Westley knew that she meant to say "not a single syllable of it," because a syllabub was something you ate, with cream and wine mixed in together to form the base. But he also knew an apology when he heard one. So he held her very close, and shut his loving eyes, and only whispered, "I knew it was false, believe me, every single syllabub.

Oh, bullshit," Wyatt said. I blinked. "This isn't one of those stories, Avice. One moment of cack-handedness, Captain Cook offends the bloody locals, one slip of the tongue or misuse of sacred cutlery, and bang, he's on the grill. Do you ever think how self-aggrandising that stuff is? Oh, all those stories pretend to be mea culpas about cultural insensitivity, oops we said the wrong thing, but they're really all about how ridiculous natives overreact.

and then the other op-er-at-or told the formal in-stee-gay-tor that his suit could not be heard the very

It's not an intellectual mistake.

The Ambassadors spoke to me in the language of our Hosts. They spoke me: they said me. They warned me that the literal translation of the simile would be inadequate and misleading. *There was a human girl who in pain ate what was given her in an old room built for eating in which eating had not happened for a time.* 'It'll be shortened with use,' Bren told me. 'Soon they'll be saying you're a girl ate what was given her.

If I hold her hand she says, 'Don't touch!' If I hold her foot she says 'Don't touch!' But when I hold her waist-beads she pretends not to know.

What looks like resistance is often a lack of clarity.

And as we'll see, that tendency explains the third and final surprise about change: What looks like resistance is often a lack of clarity.

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one that we have dreamed into being. We love people when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.