Quotes About Misunderstanding

I think mine's such a mish-mash now: I get criticised for sounding like a Yank when I come home, and everybody thinks I'm Australian when I'm in America.

I think I'm good at training dogs, but none of my dogs agree with me on that.

I got drunk when I was five. Everybody gets drunk before they're 21.

I don't know why people think I'm this ad-lib dude.

A lot of the time you have older writers who think that every teenager says 'dude' all the time.

They see a blooper here and there, and they just think, 'Oh, he's dumb.' I mean, what can I do? I can't 'at' everyone on Twitter and tell them I'm not dumb. Because that looks dumb.

I am attracted to dumb people.

You're dumber than you think I think you are.

Directors would tell me, 'We want you to play a character a little less complex than you are.' Yeah, sure. What they mean is, 'You're playing a dummy.'

I don't know what an email is.

For many Leavers, having been demonised in the vilest terms as racists, stupid and worse, it is hard to simply employ a hug-a-Remainer approach.

I am so energetic and affectionate 24/7 that people around me think I do drugs.

Sometimes it's hard, when you start engaging with people on the Internet, to forget that, actually, we really don't know one another... that's something I need to learn a lot more.

In England, people don't like me.

I didn't write 'Enter Sandman.'

It is blatantly apparent that true entrepreneurs will never be accepted in the public arena.

Directors assume I'm, like, establishment.

If you'd have said Evangelical in 1957, most people wouldn't know what you were talking about. And then, they'd be against it.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning.

I am your boy drowning in this country, who doesn't know the word for drowning and yells I am diving for the last time!

One could only be nice to each other for a while. That was the best one could do. Men and women should best keep at a safe distance, having nothing to do with each other until both had found their way out of their misunderstanding, their confusion or the disruption of all relationships. One day, something else might come. But only then. Something strong. Something mysterious. Something greater to which everyone could submit.

I stupidly suggested that we do A Dream Play. There were forty-two parts... It was hell. I thought: 'How can I explain to these forty-two people what Strindberg means by "Poor souls, I feel sorry for us."' It doesn't exist in German.

You say eether and I say eyether,You say neether and I say nyther;Eether, eyether, neether, nyther—Let's call the whole thing off!

Like so many unhappinesses, this one had begun with silence in the place of honest open talk.