Quotes About Misunderstanding

Much ado about nothing.

O, she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her. 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.

No, I wasn't trying to make Nat Turner look stupid. I was trying to make him more human. More like me. Angry, impotent, confused about his own sexuality. Wait a minute, that didn't come out right. Is that microphone really on?

Studdy was thinking that the creature was an animal; he was saying to himself that it was surely in error that she had become a member of the human race.

Well, some folks figger as how I'm long dead, even whilst they're talkin' to my face.

While Grandma Welker didn't come right out and accuse Katie of being a witch, or something worse, it was easy to see that she wasn't comfortable around her.

I couldn't understand these town people. If they weren't staring at a fellow, they were laughing at him.

What's the use? The people are too stupid. They do not understand.

He said in exasperation, "Goddamn it, you should know I'm not used to dealing with women! You search the earth to find some special secret feminine grievance to gnaw over for months on end and then produce it coolly on the mat to explain all the irrational hedging and dodging of an entire winter—

By?em kiedy? obecny przy dyskusji Kotta - czy nie z Breiterem? - na temat co chcia? powiedzie? X w swoim ostatnim utworze. Ciskali w siebie cytatami. Zaproponowa?em, ?eby go zapytali przez telefon i nawet da?em im numer. Zamilkli, a po chwili zacz?li rozmawia? o czym innym - gdy problem zosta? zredukowany do telefonicznego pytania, przesta? ich interesowa?.

For how would he explain to her that the sluggish bilgewater which twice, when he called the paper, lapped the receiver at the other end seemed to evoke the same squelch as her piano-key armpits.

What annoys me most is that these stupid Frenchmen think I am still just seven years old - because that was my age when they first saw me - (...) they treat me here like a beginner - except the musicians; they know better.

he must have thought: this is a young fellow and a stupid German besides - that's just how all French speak of the Germans - he will be quite content with this - but the stupid German was not content - and didn't accept the money either (...).

he must have thought: this is a young fellow and a stupid German besides - that's just how all French speak of the Germans - he will be guite content with this - but the stupid German was not content (...).

The best that most of us can hope to achieve in physics is simply to misunderstand at a deeper level.

Arlene and I have to get a divorce. She thinks I'm a pervert because I drank our water bed.

I just didn't grasp the finer points and once tipped a process server who knocked on my door and handed me a summons.

There are still loonies who think I married my daughter, who think Soon-Yi was my child, who think Mia was my wife, who think I adopted Soon-Yi, who think that Obama wasn't American. But there was never any trial. I was never charged with anything, as it was clear to the investigators nothing had ever occurred.

Soon-Yi had me down for an unperceptive Ignatz who served Mia as a high-profile significant other and kept her career moving.

Soon-Yi and I had no interest in knowing about each other. I thought she was a quiet, boring kid, and she thought I was her mom's patsy.

She assured me that it wasn't so much that she didn't like me but thought I was a featherbrain, her mother's lollipop, sleepwalking through an embarrassing hustle obvious as the Turk con.

One could understand Judge Wilk's first impression, an impression he would never rise above despite all evidence to the contrary.

Wurm has learned to live with his wife's peccadillos, but only because he does not know what peccadillos are as she has convinced him they're Mexican food.

I always feel myself being thrust back into loneliness when someone tells me it's cold on a hot day. It isn't good to talk so much about the weather — weather is a highly personal matter, and communication on the subject inevitably fails.