Quotes About Misunderstanding

Ian's the black sheep." "I thought I was the black sheep," said Seth, sounding almost hurt. "No. You're the unfocused artistic one. I'm the responsible one. Ian's the wild, hedonistic one." "What's hedonistic?" asked Kendall. Her father considered. "It means you run up a lot of credit card bills you can't pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot of…lady friends.

Look who's calling the cauldron black." "Kettle. It's a kettle. Get your metaphors right." "That wasn't a metaphor. It was a, you know..." He stared off into space, blinking. "One of those things that's symbolic of another thing. But isn't the same thing. Just like it." "You mean a metaphor?" "No! It's like a story...like...a proverb! That's it." "I'm pretty sure that wasn't a proverb. Maybe it was an analogy." "I don't think so.

Dimitri: "Don't look at me like that." Rose: "Like what?" Dimitri: "You've got this look on your face that says you think I'm delusional, but you're too nice to say anything.

Angeline's been hanging out with that dhampir. I just saw them walking off together. Is something going on with them?" "Which dhampir?" I asked. "The one with the fake British accent." "I don't think it's fake." "Well, whatever." Even I could read the jealousy in Trey's features. "What's up with them?" "Pretty sure there's nothing." "Then why are they always together?" Because she's trying to get over you, I thought.

Trey scoffed. "Between you and me, Brayden's probably the last guy in the world you have to worry about. I think he's as clueless as you are. If I didn't care about your virtue so much, I'd actually probably give him a lecture on 'how' to try something.

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favourite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. Jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a Cabernet Sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

Never thought my biggest cheerleader would be someone who thought I was evil and unnatural.

Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—

Nothing happened here, okay? None of this did." His eyebrows rose. "Really? Because I could have sworn that something happened when my hand was between your—" "No!" - Dorian and Eugenie

Adrian was completely deadpan. 'So. You're saying my sister is dressed like a prostitute.

Dimitri: She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential— Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway? Oursourced help?

You and I aren't friends either.

All guys mean the same thing when they want to 'get to know a girl better.' You're a well-bred young lady, so I understand why you'd be too innocent to understand. Good thing you've got me here to interpret.

And yet, once again, you're the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say." "I do not. You know that's not what I meant." He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I'm the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you." "Adrian!" But he was already out the door, knowing laughter echoing behind him.

is that your subtle way of calling me a slut?

she also apparently had a bona fide dungeon in her house. At least that's what Inez told me when we arrived. Maude, overhearing as she passed by, rolled her eyes. "It's not a dungeon, Inez. It's a wine cellar.

What does salmon have to do with the Warriors?" I asked. Sydney shot me a wry look. "Psalms, not salon. And I don't know the connection.

Rose, you really do scare me sometimes. Just not for the reasons I originally thought you would.

I was no better at reading people than I had been ten seconds ago, but in that moment, I suddenly gained a flash of understanding into the mystery that was Adrian Ivashkov. People didn't believe in him very often. They had low expectations of him, so he did as well.

Everyone thought Sydney had passion only for intellectual pursuits. That was their loss.

If Sydney had met many dhampirs like Yeva, I could understand why she thought our race were minions of hell.

No. Yeva hasn't been very forthcoming this morning.

Mistake number one: don't ever expect a woman to do what you think she's going to do. Mistake number two: don't ever tell her what to do because that's a surefire way of making sure she doesn't. - cowboy John

All this overt heterosexuality amused me. If only they knew.