Quotes About Misunderstood

Wonder Woman is lame. She flies around in an invisible jet, but she's not invisible. I don't get it.

Ah, there's a director. Astonishing, Spike Lee. A feisty guy, but a guy who's, I think, incredibly misunderstood. I think people review his politics or his color as opposed to his filmmaking sometimes. Because he's a wonderful, wonderful filmmaker and a lover of the art.

I thought I had swell ideas, and wonderful musicians, but the hell of it, no one else did.

'Villain' is such a harsh word.

I've always felt misunderstood. Growing up, it's been my word against the teachers' or my parents' word, and nobody would ever listen to me.

There is no word more generally misinterpreted than the word egoism, in its modern sense.

In this culture, the phrase 'black woman' is not synonymous with 'tender,' or 'gentle.' It's as if those words couldn't possibly speak to the reality of black females.

I know how people see me. People see me as a rebel. People see me as maybe even ignorant. People see me as a threat or rude or whatever. It's a lot of people who just don't know me.

People called me a hoodlum and a thug. But they didn't tell you I was a carpenter, an architect, a stand-up comic - even a bartender. And a barbecue cook. But they didn't tell you that.

Everybody thinks I'm a thug or something like that.

Everybody points their finger at me and says that I'm the crazy guy and this thug.

A lot of people think I'm just an athletic thug.

I loved Debussy, Stravinsky, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, anything with romantic melodies, especially the nocturnes. Nietzsche was a hero, especially with 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra.' He gets a bad rap; he's very misunderstood. He's a maker of individuals, and he was a teacher of teachers.

I feel like the tight end position hasn't been appreciated.

Poor Elisabeth Kübler-Ross: so misunderstood. She is widely credited with identifying the five stages of grief. She didn't. Kübler-Ross worked with dying people, not grieving people. She identified clear phases people go through when they are dying not as stages but as emotional experiences that come and go and may overlap.

In every living soul, a spirit cries for expression—perhaps this plaintive, wailing song of Jazz is, after all, the misunderstood utterance of a prayer.

Up and with my wife to church, where Mr. Mills made an unnecessary sermon on Original Sin, neither understood by himself, nor the people.

Besides, too much time around normal people made me feel like an alien, unwanted and ugly, fluent in a different language.

Everyone thinks I'm one thing, but I'm other things, too; I'm behind a curtain; I'm living a lie.

I realised early on that being an author is a hugely misunderstood job.

Popular in our time, unpopular in his. So runs the stereotype of rejected genius.

Genius is never understood in its own time.

I think, honestly, that a lot of people think I'm sad and dark all the time, because of the music I have made. But there's a huge part of my personality that's really energetic, outgoing and goofy.

Being dyslexic, I was told that I was an idiot all the time.