Quotes About Misunderstanding

Emily, thus dashed to earth, moved back to her seat in a daze. Her smitten cheek was crimson, but the wound was in her heart. One moment ago in the seventh heaven--and now this--pain, humiliation, misunderstanding!

There is no need of my either forgetting or remembering it, said Rosemary, a little wearily. YOU forget that I'm an old maid, Ellen. It is only your sisterly delusion that I am still young and blooming and dangerous. Mr. Meredith merely wants to be a friend—if he wants that much itself. He'll forget us both long before he gets back to the manse.

But don't tell Marilla I said anything about it. She might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that. Wild horses won't drag the secret from me, promised Anne solemnly. How would wild horses drag a secret from a person anyhow? But Matthew was gone, scared at his own success. He fled hastily to the remotest corner of the horse pasture lest Marilla should suspect what he had been up to.

She was positively unable to reply to Annetta's

can never get used to the way you mention the—the—that name, complained Felicity. To hear you speak of the Old Scratch any one would think he was just a common person.

I'm sorry," James says. "I don't speak Mandarin." Here's a liability of his: he always wants to help, but his ignorance makes him useless to his own kind. Not just to this man, but to every lost Mandarin-speaking traveler fumbling in mid-transfer who mistakes him for a helpful guide.

am also thinking about the woman with the ponytail who slammed the door in my face. This dog-eating story is a lightning rod. It has nothing to do with the Chao

For God's sake, no." Brenda's voice is sharp. "I told you, he never told me about any fifty thousand. What are you implying here? You want to make me out as some kind of slut? A whore? You want the jury to think that Dagou tried to pay me to move in with him?

Razzy was insulting me silently somehow.

figure the reason you don't have much to say is you probably never met a man who liked to hear a woman talk.

She had always loved to tease and considered it an irony of her life that she was often drawn to men who didn't recognize teasing even when she was inflicting it on them.

We mostly quarreled. He wanted what I wouldn't give. I wanted what he didn't have.

With both the Indian and the women he was always left with the feeling that, without meaning to, he had made some kind of mistake.

It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice you were into an argument and they were telling you what was going to happen.

They say he missed that whore.

They didn't understand that he talked of pleasant things and faraway places just to create a happy prospect that they could look forward to for a while. It wasn't meant to really happen, and yet women never seemed to grasp that; he had been in ticklish spots several times as their disappointment turned to anger.

We play your part in order to understand you, but you each seem to play a thousand parts. It makes things difficult for an honest, hard-working bug-eyed monster.

Knowing Finn thought I was an awful driver. Like, running of gas while getting a speeding ticket awful.

One day in the woods he met an Indian. They stood in the wet, cold woods and looked at each other, and they could not talk because they did not know each other's words.

This is what the cobbler threw at his wife.

And yet: reacting feels involuntary. As long as we're both breathing, we'll probably forever misread each other's faces; second-guess and misinterpret each other's thoughts, feelings, and motives in the worst possible way.

You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose.

either you're a whore, or you think I am. The first I'm willing to believe. The second I know isn't true.

Now that's an Okay that really means Okay, not that Okay that women use that means everything but Okay.