Quotes About Misunderstanding

If you'd only let me come by myself, none of this would have happened. Having you around makes everything worse.' She buried her head under her pillow. 'Stop it! you're so cold! You're heartless, you little robot!' The pillow muffled her words, but they still stung. 'I feel things,' I said. 'I'm not a robot!' I stamped my foot and screamed. Then I burst into tears. I touched the wet little drops and held them toward her. 'See, I'm not a robot. This is proof.

When Milton met Beethoven he said 'I've been told that you cannot hear.' And that was true, but Beethoven read Milton's lips and understood so he nodded his head 'yes.' Unfortunately Milton was blind so he didn't see the head nod and patiently awaited a response until he starved.

I've been accused of being a Jesuit. I am not a Jesuit. I'm not even sure how one would become a Jesuit. It seems like a lot of work. It isn't one of my hobbies.

No, no," Arnie says. "Fondle--fondle is to touch. Everything sounds Yiddish to you. Far-fetched, far-flung..." "Farflung is Yiddish." "No," Arnie says, "it's not.

Character displays "the weighty impatience of having to explain something that should already be understood.

KYO, YOU DUMMKOPF!!" ~ Momiji Sohma

Nabe: talking to Yuki DON'T SAY YOU'LL NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN YOU HARD IDIOT WE HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTON INTO A HEATED DEBATE ABOUT THE GOOD AND BAD OF PORN VIDEOS EVEN

We're all born with selfish desires, so we can all relate to those feelings in others. But kindness is something made individually by each person...so it's easy to misunderstand when others are trying to be kind to you.

We have just witnessed a classic example of what I like to call 'misdirected rage'. I believe the technical term is being an ass.

Friends are a weird thing. It seems like they know all about you, but then they don't understand you at all.

I was frightened by the optimism of adults, their stupid trust in science to treat a troubled heart. Afraid of their obsession with believing they have to treat troubled kids. I just wanted them to leave me alone, so how come they didn't get it? But that's the way it always is.

Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.

In the four years I had spent in Southeast Asia, I had changed, and so had the people back home. And I could not communicate effectively about these differences in perception.

WRITER Right, but no offense, you guys eat dogs for lunch and many of us in the West here find that disgusting, so . . . ACTOR I'm not Korean, you prick! I'm of Chinese descent but I was born in Idaho! I-da-ho. You got that? / My God . . .

TOM Come on! Seriously … HELEN Okay, okay … I'm … (Beat.) You have my hand there, you know. TOM Yeah, I … is that not …? HELEN It's fine. Just wanted to ask and see if it was an accident or not. TOM Umm … no. It wasn't, no. But … now you're making me self-conscious.

Sometimes if you hold back on someone, they mistake your kindness for weakness. Sometimes you've got to go all out, to show people that you mean business.

We are all on the same road, some ahead of us and some behind. We do not always recognize ourselves as being among those who are struggling farther back, and misunderstand, scorn, and even persecute the ones who move ahead of us. History is littered with such as these: eccentrics, geniuses, idealists among those most noticeable. These change the world by force, though the change most often does not take place during their own time, they are so far ahead of it and therefore so rarely understood.

Mas o "Cadelão" não é negro? O negro boçal? Não diria "violada". É uma palavra que. Entende? Não usaria a palavra "violada"! maria

of anger against the other gender for reasons Anna could never fathom.

She was forty before she realized that when she asked a man what he was thinking and he said, "Nothing," he wasn't lying.

From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.

Is that true, Ruth?' Mrs Quinty asked, eyes enormous and brows lifted, missing altogether the point of stories.

I felt like everyone else had gotten this instruction manual that explained life to them, but somehow I'd just missed it.

This was what Napoleon had never understood