Quotes About Misunderstanding

Sounds like you're worried—maybe you have feelings for Miss Dandridge." Narrowing his eyes, William scowled. "You're the Romeo, not me." Tyler studied him for a moment. "Not this time. You look a mite lovesick, if you ask me." "Well, I'm not.

She turned and walked away, pausing only a moment at the door to glance over her shoulder. William wanted to think she was looking at him, but he figured she was probably more interested in his friend. William decided to let it drop. There was no telling what Miss Dandridge might be thinking.

Somehow, without her awareness, she'd obviously sought him out during the night, curling around him like a vine while she'd slumbered. Mortified, she tried to pull away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize... that is, I didn't mean to... to..." "Sleep on me?" he drawled, his words slow and husky. Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded instead. "Don't worry." He smiled. "You make a very nice blanket.

It is unfortunate that so many in society choose to see evil where only innocence exists.

So, what brings you here, of all places? This hardly seems like your sort of diversion." One mahogany brow arched skyward, an amused glint sparkling in his eyes. "Ah, Miss Danvers, there you go again, deciding what does and does not suit me. Whenever shall you learn?" She flushed slightly at his amused rebuke.

A] couple I had known - who were old friends - asked me what I was going to work on next. I told them I wanted to write a near future book about AIDS concentration camps. They were vehement in their response: they thought it was a terrible idea. Their words both shocked and saddened me. "Do you really want to write a book about homosexuals?" they asked me. "Won't people who read your work be influenced toward sin?" I notice that I don't hear from them much lately.

I am not What you intend me to be.

So many people, he thought, don't listen to the content of what you say but only to the noises you make.

BILL: Please, sweetheart, we need to know what went on here. JEAN: Nothing "went on." Can we just not make a federal case out of everything?

CHARLIE: So you can't even see Ivy's point? MATTIE FAE: No. CHARLIE: That Little Charles and Beverly share some kind of . . . complication. MATTIE FAE: Honey, you have to be smart to be complicated. CHARLIE: That's our boy. Are you saying our boy isn't smart? MATTIE FAE: Yes, that's what I'm saying.

BARBARA: Even if things don't work out with you and Marsha. BILL: Cindy. BARBARA: Cindy. BILL: Right. Even if things don't work out. BARBARA: And I'm never really going to understand why, am I? (Bill struggles . . . it seems as if he might say something more, but then:) BILL: Probably not. (Silence. Bill heads for the door. Barbara watches him go and sobs.) BARBARA: I love you . . . I love you . . . (He stands for a moment, his back to her. He exits. Barbara stands, alone.)

Even if he did explain it, no one would believe him because no one would understand him. That's the downside to being a genius - just because you understand something doesn't mean anyone else will.

It was occurring to Reuben that people, especially adults, are rather quick to dismiss small mysteries, to assume that they have simply misunderstood or failed to observe something, and to go on about their business.

The fact that Sticky had briefly had a girlfriend, for instance, until she broke up with him for remarking upon her pulchritude. ("She didn't believe me when I told her it meant 'beauty,'" Sticky said.

The fact that Sticky had briefly had a girlfriend, for instance, until she broke up with him for remarking upon her pulchritude.

And please don't call me that." I didn't call you 'that', I called you George Washington.

The young, he says, confuse desire with love, and they end up hurting everyone around them.

I don't know. I never smoked AstroTurf.

WHICH LEFT WAS THAT, USELESS?" Kestrel bellowed in his ear. "Are all MudWings this stupid? OR ARE YOU JUST DEAF?" Well, if you keep that up, I will be soon, Clay thought.

Jambu shrugged apologetically. "I'm not sure what you're talking about," he said. Starflight had to sit down and fold his wings over his head for a minute. Glory

Want me to drop a mango on her?" Sundew offered. "You have a MANGO?" Swordtail asked indignantly. "No, you acorn. It's a metaphorical mango." "I don't see how metaphorical mangoes are going to do us any good," Swordtail muttered.

We are NOT calling it magical death spit!!" -Glory

Most of them were ruining the effect by peering at the spears with mystified expressions, or holding them upside down.

The humans had painted themselves as victims, dragons as barbaric monsters.