Quotes About Misunderstanding

I regret something as well," Holly said quietly. "What I told you… that you were unable to love… I was wrong. I only said it because I was upset. I have no doubt that somebody you will indeed lose your heart to someone, although I can't imagine to whom." You, he thought with an inescapable stab of longing. You. Couldn't she see it? Or did she assume she was merely the target of his random lust, and no more special to him than any other woman?

It would distress the girls if they were to realize how much you dislike me." "I disapprove of you," she replied gravely, walking out to the grand staircase with him. "That's not the same as dislike." "Lady Trenear, I disapprove of me." He grinned at her. "So we have something in common.

You know what I'm thinking?' Maggie said. I had no idea. 'Nope,' David replied. Apparently David didn't know either. Maggie turned to me with pleading eyes.'Our babysitter has the flu.' 'I'm sorry to hear that,' I replied. Dead silence. I honestly had no idea what Maggie was getting at, so I misread the silence. 'It's not serious, I hope,' I said sympathetically.

What was clear to Vera was that Griff was a monster for accusing her of such a thing. How dare he? Even after Griff explained how his suspicion came about—from Owen—Vera's ire remained focused on her elder son.

Owen looked at Greg, who shrugged. Owen had no idea what the shrug was intended to convey. Greg rarely said anything. But unlike most people who use words sparingly, he hadn't developed superior forms of nonverbal communication.

Luna nodded at Greg, who returned the look with an embarrassed smile. Greg always seemed confused by his wife's behavior, as if she were an alien with entirely different customs from his.

When did things go wrong?" "Your question is based on a faulty premise. Who says there was something wrong with the marriage?

The girl was confused. It was a misunderstanding. That's all. What was the crux of the misunderstanding? She didn't say no.

I'm not sure what he's implying, but I'm pretty sure it's a slap to Chris, and I don't like it. "Show and tell, Mark. It's a good combination.

Upon occasion, we misunderstand ourselves, or we lose faith. Whichever the case, we say things we think are true, only to find they are not.

Gus and I talk about girls a lot, but we can't figure them out. They are so confusing. Like, if you look at them, they get mad. And if you don't look at them, they get mad. And if you're nice to them, they think you like them. And if you're mean to them, they think you like them. And if you do like them, they think you hate them.

Alicia, do I sell fertilizer?" Massie asked. "No, why?" Alicia fell for Massie's setup. "Then why do you think I give a crap?

Of course he went straight for the psycho defense. Men always like to go straight to the psycho defense. For that reason alone we should never go psycho on a guy: just so we'll never be proving them right.

It was not easy being a smart girl in the 1940s. People thought you were annoying.

I'm Catholic. My mother and I were unpacking and she found my diaphragm. I had to tell her it was a bathing cap for my cat.

Sometimes what really damages us is not so much the controversy but the impression that we don't really understand others' objections.

I had such a reputation, and it was sad because I felt like it so didn't represent who I really was.

We go through life mishearing and mis-seeing and misunderstanding so that the stories we tell ourselves will add up. We fill in gaps that make no sense because we want to believe something.

Dain wasn't certain what exactly was wrong with her, but he had no doubt that something was. He was Lord Beelzebub, wasn't he? She was supposed to faint, or recoil in horrified revulsion at the very least. Yet she had gazed at him as bold as brass, and it had seemed for a moment as though the creature were actually flirting with him.

I expected a good deal more from you," Marcelline said, "You bungled it." "Yes," he said. "What else could I do? I was asking the wrong woman to marry me.

Women do not lie, my lord Dain," came a faintly accented voice from the door. "It merely seems so because they exist in another reality.

The witless destroy what they don't understand.

You kissed first," he said. "On the cheek!" "On the cheek, on the lips. All the same to me. Female, kiss. Male, excited. Do I have to explain simple facts of life to you? »

The Cockney accent was almost impenetrable. *Nothing* was "nuffin," and aitches were dropped from and attached to the wrong words, and some of the vowels seemed to have arrived from another planet.