Quotes About Misunderstanding

How could I be such an open book to him when, half the time, I had no idea what was milling around in his head?

?udno je to, Markose, ali ljudi obi?no sve shvataju pogrešno. Misle da žive kako žele. Ali ono što ih stvarno vodi su stvari kojih se boje. Ono što ne žele.

downpour lashing at her face is becoming heavier and more steady, rippling windows, smearing headlights. Pari has no memory of ever meeting the man, her grandfather, Maman's father, has seen only the one photograph of him reading at his desk, but she doubts that he was the mustache-twirling villain Maman has made him out to be. Pari thinks she sees through this story. She has her own ideas. In her version, he is a man rightfully worried over the well-being of

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you'd love to be a hundred years old. I didn't know. I didn't know that you were ashamed of me.

Thats the thing about people who mean every thing they say. They think everybody else does too.

Al come on. The woman's, like, senile,' I said under my breath. 'Last year she thought me and Hammond were a closeted couple.

Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?

What are you doing now? Al questioned Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is. My expression went blank, and Trent hesitated. He looked at me, and I put a hand to my mouth, face flaming. Oh. My. God. Trent. I'm sorry Um Trent said, clearly at a loss. Call me tomorrow, Al said seriously, I've got a curse that will take care of that. Unless you like the snake in a turtleneck look

Al was looking at me in disbelief. "Not your lover?" "No." "But he is Rachel candy," Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked.

You are pathetic, Rache, Jenks said, and my eyes darted to the top of the rack and I saw him standing there, hands on his hips and frowning at me, his wings a silver blur. Rachel and Trent, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. No wait, it was a hospital room, and he had his hands on your ass and you had your tongue down his throat. I can see why you might be confused.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel," he said, very still and unmoving. "Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You're like a frog, you know.

Why? I said, taking the paper from him as Al smiled. If it's not what I agreed to, I will burn Al's gonads off the first chance I get. Turn around. I need to use your back for a second. Ah, hold on a tick, Al said, snapping his fingers again and catching the new paper drifting down. How silly of me. This is the one. Here.

My name is Bis," he said, "and I was kicked off the basilica because I was spitting on the people coming in. Suck-up little Glissando thinks she knows angel dust from dirt and tattled on me.

Winning all those banquet debates had apparently caused Galileo to think that argument was how things were settled in the world. Unfortunately this is never how it happens.

But of course no one was listening. No one understands us, not ever.

He disliked this girl and her boy-friend so much that he couldn't understand why they didn't dislike each other.

Yucatan - that word means: I do not understand you. (page 390 Lacune)

Oh, a woman can't tell one man from another; not always—not often.

Jaja, sa Edevart og nikket, jeg forstår at du er kjær i hende. Jeg må vel være, svarte August. Når jeg ser hende om morgningen så går jeg som i en skodde til middags, jeg spiser kveldsgrøten og tror det er kjøt. Fan forstår det! Sa August.

Høibro kunde ikke forstå at denne tørre fremskridtskvinde med kort hår blandet sig i slike spørsmål som ægteskapet, hun stod i hans forestilling som en art hanmenneske i skjørter, et væsen av det tredje kjøn; stak man hul på hende vilde hun blø sand.

You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird." Nïx sighed. "Songs will be written about this.

You are so naive, it physically aggrieves me.

Somebody want to explain to me why those soldiers were shooting each other?' (...)'Inbreeding?

With a sigh, she asked, "Why do you care if I believe you or not?" "Because if you think I got a leg over with that slag, then the chance of anything sexual with you will be drastically reduced." Without looking up, she said, "Cadeon, a chance can't be reduced from zero." "Gods, I love it when you talk mathy to me.