Quotes About Misunderstood

I am a bad boy. I don't come across clearly to a lot of people, so I am bad for them.

What a childhood I had. My parents sent me to a child psychiatrist. The kid didn't help me at all.

When I was a kid, I got no respect. I told my mother I'm gonna run away from home. She said, "On your mark…

No one understands us seventh-sense people. They regard us as freaks. When we point out illiterate mistakes we are often aggressively instructed to get a life by people who, interestingly, display no evidence of having lives themselves.

Es posible que mañana muera, y en la tierra no quedará nadie que me haya comprendido por completo. Unos me considerarán peor y otros mejor de lo que soy. Algunos dirán que era una buena persona; otros, que era un canalla. Pero las dos opiniones serán igualmente equivocadas.

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I was sitting cross-legged in bed, trying without success to pretend I'd misunderstood the image I'd glimpsed. Yeah, right. Because Vlad had been between my legs looking for a set of keys he'd lost.

Jane Eyre taught me that loneliness had more to do with being misunderstood than being alone.

Software defects manifest themselves in a variety of ways, from misunderstood requirements to coding errors.

Taken out of context, I must seem so strange

A mother's heart is a vast and glorious thing. My mother's heart was expansive, having been enlarged by suffering and years of clinging to Jesus while being misunderstood, dismissed, and judged by those she loved most. Me included. It had cost her to love, had cost her much to mother. It always does. But she would tell you that it's worth it, that there is no other way.

He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small people, they were really rather good fun.

Informed consent is probably the most revolutionary, the most rudimentary, the most misunderstood and misused term in all of health law and bioethics.

I arrived in Hollywood and lived much of my life in America, but the fans did not really know me.

A psycho, they called me. They were right. They were wrong. They couldn't come close to my fire. They couldn't touch my heart.

I'm not a bad person. I haven't killed anyone. I (rarely) lie. I don't kick little puppies. So why do people look at me as if the world would be a better place without me?

I have been misunderstood more than I've been understood in my life.

I think Haiti is a place that suffers so much from neglect that people only want to hear about it when it's at its extreme. And that's what they end up knowing about it.

Because people without the trait (the majority) do not understand that, they see us as timid, shy, weak, or that greatest sin of all, unsociable. Fearing these labels, we try to be like others. But that leads to our becoming overaroused and distressed. Then that gets us labeled neurotic or crazy, first by others and then by ourselves.

The man who is anybody and who does anything is surely going to be criticized, vilified, and misunderstood. That is part of the penalty for greatness, and every great man understands it; and understands, too, that it is no proof of greatness. The final proof of greatness lies in being able to endure continously without resentment.

For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn't even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn't even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

It torments you to know you were misunderstood, to not have risked yourself, and to wait.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea shining in his head frightened people and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.