Quotes about Misunderstanding
As a general rule, I would say that human beings never behave more badly toward one another than when they believe they are protecting God.
— Barbara Brown Taylor
Most of them don't know what communism is, could not pick it out of a lineup. They only know what anticommunism is. The two are practically unrelated.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts.
— Barbara Kingsolver
When you do not speak, other people presume you to be deaf or feeble-minded and promptly make a show of their own limitations.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Like the saying goes: They passed out the brains, he thought they said trains and he missed his.
— Barbara Kingsolver
It's a great tragedy when the Bible is interpreted by those who are not in love.
— Bill Johnson
Were all the vexations of life put together, we should find that a great part of them proceed from those calumnies and reproaches we spread abroad concerning one another.
— Joseph Addison
Even though innocent, anything I say incriminates me; blameless as I am, my defense just makes me sound worse.
— Eugene Peterson
In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
— Mark Twain
There is not a hint of one person who was afraid to draw near him. There were those who mocked him. There were those who were envious of him. There were those who misunderstood him. There were those who revered him. But there was not one person who considered him too holy, too divine, or too celestial to touch. There was not one person who was reluctant to approach him for fear of being rejected. Remember that. Remember
— Max Lucado
Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, Marguerite, forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were, and I would answer generously, No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.
— Maya Angelou
Their remarks and responses were like a Ping-Pong game with each volley clearing the net and flying back to the opposition. The sense of what they were saying became lost, and only the exercise remained. The exchange was conducted with the certainty of a measured hoedown and had the jerkiness of Monday's wash snapping in the wind—now cracking east, then west, with only the intent to whip the dampness out of the cloth.
— Maya Angelou