Quotes About Misunderstanding

Is it him?" Dad asked. "Did he get you into trouble?" "Not me," Shane said. "I've just got that kind of face.

I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn't, um—'' ''Yeah, you'd better not have ummed.

She keeps asking me where we're going. Yeah, another voice said. It was Shane, pulling up a chair beside Claire. Girls do that. They've always got to be taking the relationship somewhere. That's not true! It is, he said. I get it; somebody's got to be looking ahead. But it makes guys think they're- Closed in, Michael said. Trapped, Shane added. Idiots, Claire finished.

The vamp in McMann's stared at me. I guess he didn't like the Goth look. Most of them don't; somehow they think I'm making fun of them. Which I totally am.

Maybe you're not his type. Michael said Oh, now you're just being insulting.

Moi?" He put his hand over his heart and did his best wounded-innocent look. "You must be thinking of some other uncouth jackass. Which makes me jealous, by the way.

The weather isn't what you think it is. Not by a long shot.

Oh hell no. Guys don't talk about that crap." "You're serious." "Really." "What do you talk about?" Shane looked at her as if she were insane. "You know. Stuff. We're not girls. We don't talk about our feelings. I mean, not to other guys." Claire rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, be emotionally stunted losers; I don't care.

Are you high?" Michael asked him, in a totally colorless voice. Myrnin blinked, and looked at Claire for help. "He means, are you on drugs." "Well, obviously." "More than usual?" "Oh. No, no, just the usual doses. And where is Shreve?" "Eve," they all said in unison, and exchanged a look.

You let me believe all this time that I bound myself to you in exchange for getting published and being successful." Kathleen's mouth worked around the bitterness of the words. "You assumed that. And you know what they say, when you assume you make an ass out of…

You assumed that. And you know what they say, when you assume you make an ass out of…

You say the nicest things,' Myrnin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. 'Marry me.' 'Exactly what part of the brain did that bullet hit?' Shane asked, hovering on the edge of manic laughter. Oliver sighed. 'He means carry me. And no. I won't.

Males are the most incomprehensible species.

What's a slut? I ask him. A girl who puts out too easily. Puts out what? I imagine Greer putting out dinner and don't understand what Iwan wouldn't like about that. Puts out, you know... His face, already beet red from our run, turns a darker scarlet. Sex. I wonder where Greer puts the sex out.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

But she looks at me with this total incomprehension, like she's watching footage of the world being blown up, and I'm the little blurb on the corner of the screen saying what the weather is like outside.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness. But I appreciate your concern.

Driver, can you tell him that I'm sorry? I wasn't supposed to be like this. I swear.

no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

Why does he have a leash?" I asked. "A leash?" Julia looked confused. "A lead," Mark said. "That's what they call a leash here.

I'm saying you have me nestled so comfortingly in your idea of who I am, you have no idea who I actually am.

I ram my phone back in my pocket and reread the same page in Hamlet for the thirteenth time. I still don't see how this is supposed to be English. I have no clue what these people are saying.

You've been avoiding me, he said, talking to the sandwich. I laughed. He looked over at me. Sorry. I just realized that you talk to a lot of inanimate objects.

Do I have clueless tattooed across my forehead? Narrowing my eyes,I leaned toward him. Yeah,I think maybe you do.