Quotes About Misinterpretation

I call these the "wet streets cause rain" stories. Paper's full of them.

Psychologists have long known that people see patterns where none exist.

People said some strange things. For

I caught one last glimpse of her face, howling something at me. There were too many vowels in what she said, and they were in an unkind order. (Substitutions)

I'm not a French singer.

I've always been a bit of an orphan, because actors say, 'Well, he's more of a dancer.' And dancers say, 'No. He's really a singer.' And singers say, 'No. He's an actor.'

I think people think we're all sipping martinis by the pool.

I've always had a resting expression that either makes me look deep in thought or as though I'm about to fight you. I've lost count of the number of directors asking me what the problem is when all I'm doing is sitting still and being.

I'm responsible for what I say, but I'm not responsible about how people interpret my situation.

I'd confused need with love and love with sacrifice.

Next to God, love is the word most mangled in every language. The highest form of regard between two people is friendship, and when love enters, friendship dies.

Sometimes,' Sylvie said, 'one can mistake gratitude for love.

I like the country, too, she agreed. Look! Did you see that bird swoop across the yard? That bird was a bat, Aunt Clare said. She chuckled as both birds ducked their heads.

Nobody understood. She wanted to behave herself. Except when banging her heels on the bedroom wall, she had always wanted to behave herself. Why couldn't people understand how she felt?

Then she decided her mother had not really guessed because she often asked where the fire was when Ramona was in a hurry.

Goodness knows what this is meant to suggest—I suppose that this is some sort of Hall of the People—but the effect is that it looks as if two dozen citizens of various ages are about to commit mass suicide.

Mispronouncing "buoy." The thing that floats in a navigation channel is not a "boo-ee." It's a "boy." Think about it. Would you call something that floats "boo-ee-ant"? Also, in a similar vein, pronouncing Brett Favre's last name as if the "r" comes before the "v." It doesn't, so stop it. Hotel

So what's your sign?' said Mary Ellen. 'Cunnilingus,' Katz answered and looks profoundly unhappy. She looked at him. 'I don't know that one.' She made an I'll-be-darned frown and said, 'I thought I knew them all. Mine's Libra.' She turned to me. 'What's yours?' 'I don't know.' I tried to think of something. 'Necrophilia.

you know... there is a name for people who are always wrong about everything all the time.... husband!!!

Everybody got it wrong. I said I was into porn again, not born again.

Some of the people who camp out at the mailbox mistake aircraft running lights for UFOs. When a plane's in its final flight path the lights seem to just hover, especially since it comes in almost straight over the mailbox.

Gossip is never fatal until it is denied. Gossip goes on about every human being alive and about all the dead that are alive enough to be remembered, and yet almost never does any harm until some defender makes a controversy. Gossip's a nasty thing, but it's sickly, and if people of good intentions will let it entirely alone, it will die, ninety-nine times out of a hundred.

I know what a bar is, you nonce.

And so I have to ask Myself: whose memory is at fault? Mine or his? Might he in fact be remembering conversations that never happened?