Quotes About Misunderstanding

Kindness acts Not always as you think; a hated hand Renders it odious.

Some people don't know what to do with an act of kindness.

I know you think you understand what you thought I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.

Discussion is an exchange of knowledge; an argument an exchange of ignorance.

Cuantos hablan de mí no me conocen', decía a lo largo de sus diez líneas cortas (pero eran prosa), 'y al hablar me calumnian; los que me conocen callan, y al callar no me defienden; así, todos me maldicen hasta que me encuentran, mas al encontrarme descansan, y a mí me salvan, aunque yo nunca descanso.

Es lo malo de dejar que la gente hable y se explique y por eso trata de impedirse tantas veces, para conservar las certezas y no dar cabida a las dudas, es decir, a la mentira. O es decir, a la verdad.

Uno nunca es responsable de la historia de su patria, pero por lo general resulta difícil hacérselo comprender a los extranjeros. Explícale a un mexicano, por ejemplo, que tú no tienes nada que ver con el fin del Imperio azteca y las matanzas de Cortés. Ni siquiera intelectuales de altura como Carlos Fuentes u Octavio Paz te habrían hecho caso.

We see a kind of tattoo and assume a gang member. Or we hear an accent and assume a terrorist. Politicians play off this conclusion-leaping. They use our leaping to manipulate us. Not so with cats. Being predators, they think more simply. If they fail to understand us, it's probably our fault.

If men were from Mars and women from Venus, I was from an unknown star in neither orbit. My sensitivity, as finely honed a skill as I possessed, still lacked a working edge with my Andrea.

you gave up any right to comment on the subject when you threw my ring back in my face, didn't you?" She (Elly) stiffened."I didn't throw it back. I just sort of set in down on your desk." He (Cooper)shrugged."We each have our own version of events, Want some fries?

Il parle couramment la vérité, mais personne ne le comprend car il use d'une langue morte.

It happend that Bob referred in front of Paul to the young woman met in Chantilly; it happened that Paul spoke to Bob of the one from the cinema that he'd had so much trouble seeing again. It never occurred to them that these portraits might bear a certain resemblance to each other, and the fact is that they bore none at all.

Maybe speech has been an evolutionary mistake; maybe everybody would get along better if we couldn't talk to each other.

They stared at each other, wanting each other, drawn to each other, but their silent shout of love went unheard in the roar of misunderstanding, and the clatter of culturally ingrained beliefs.

Ayla, what am I doing wrong?" he asked, standing in front of her, dripping. "It's not you. I'm the one who's doingit wrong." "You're not doing anything wrong." "Yes I am. I've been trying all day to encourage you, but you don't understand Clan gestures.

When a scientist is ahead of his times, it is often through misunderstanding of current, rather than intuition of future truth. In science there is never any error so gross that it won't one day, from some perspective, appear prophetic.

The problem with women was that they were always planning some future that involved you and that you were not aware of, as if you'd signed up for a credit card without knowing it.

His mother hadn't know what Durex was. But she had suspected. She had asked him, gravely, if it was 'anything bad'. Useless trying to explain. Useless, subsequently, trying to convince his father that he was only acting like a responsible citizen.

He had never hit a woman in his life, but there were some women who asked for it.

Half of the time I don't know what they're talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language.

Another superb movie about a mature marriage grounded in a fundamental lack of communication is Dodsworth, based on the Sinclair Lewis novel.

San Pedro Sula: second-largest city in Honduras, a million and a half people, murder capital of the world. Out loud, he says, "Ah, you are Honduran." "No," Rebeca corrects him. "Ch'orti'." Luca makes his face into a question. "Indian," she explains. "My people are Ch'orti'." Luca nods, even though he doesn't really understand the difference.

Patricia: Do you know William Faulkner? Michel: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him?

Skye's always saying exactly the wrong thing to people-it wasn't just special for you.