Quotes About Misunderstanding

Boxing the Jesuit?" Stephan nudged Grey with an elbow, and raised thick blond brows in puzzlement. "Cockroaches? What does this mean, please?" "Ahhh…" Having no notion of the German equivalent of this expression, Grey resorted to a briefly graphic gesture with one hand, looking over his shoulder to be sure that none of the women was watching. "Oh!" Von Namtzen looked mildly startled, but then grinned widely. "I see, yes, very good!

Women, as he had explained to me at the paddock, have no natural appreciation for horses, and are therefore difficult to talk to.

You can't possibly have said what I think you said." "Indeed I did," he said, his normal dry edge returning.

You don't suppose she'd try to—to get Ian back?" "She didna want him when she put him out of her house," Jamie pointed out. "Why would she now?" I looked at him over the rim of my second—or possibly third—glass. "How little you know of women, my love," I said, shaking my head in mock dismay. "And after all these years.

Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?" "Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "And fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.

I hope I don't," she said. "But she said—Laoghaire—" She stumbled on the name. "L'heery," Ian corrected.

and she supposed that it was perhaps not fair to quarrel with someone on the basis of what you thought they were thinking.

you just said that you suspect my husband of wanting to

Well, I don't suppose it's an impt—impeddy—impediment, after all. Not as though he'd lost his cock, I mean. He hasn't, has he?

Eejit," Ian said. "What did ye tell her that for? Now she thinks ye're a Jew." Jamie's mouth fell open in shock. "What, me? How, then?" he demanded, looking down at himself. He'd meant his Highland dress, but Ian looked critically at him and shook his head.

turned my back to dip the cloth into the bowl, and said offhandedly over my shoulder, "Er, I did my legs, too." I stole a quick glance over my shoulder. The original shock was fading into a look of total bewilderment. "Your legs dinna smell like anything," he said. "Unless you've been walkin' knee-deep in the cow-byre.

Ah? Oh, it means honeylips, all right. More or less." "But—" "It's no your mouth he was referring to, Sassenach," Jamie said dryly.

Your wife?" I said, goggling at him. He flushed deeply and looked away. If I had been in any doubt about the nature of the look I had seen him give Jamie, I wasn't any longer.

When people assume that you're one way and you're not that way at all, it's hard.

It's so funny because people always think of me as being a little bit country or assume that I am from the South - I don't know why!

I'm not a down-in-the-dumps person. I think some people assume that I am because of the music I write.

People assume that acting is an easy job. When you actually do it, you know how hard that is.

I just always assume no one is listening.

People used to assume I was a serious/sad person because of my music for some reason.

I think a lot of people would probably assume that I had a bad relationship with LSU, and I don't think that was ever the case.

If I were to say that I grew up in East Los Angeles in the projects, poor, I assumed that everybody understood that it came with its own reasons for being the way I am. I didn't get that people needed to understand where my comedy came from; I thought that they knew that.

There are some athletes who don't like me.

You'll always have someone attacking you in some way. But it's weird from someone who's never met you.

People who don't know me look at my world as something very hard-core, and I don't feel it that way. It's not what attracts me.