Julia Quinn Quotes

Not understanding anything is terrible, because I communicate very much in my real life.

I hate when I see someone who speaks English speaking to someone who speaks a different language, and they're screaming as if going louder is going to help the other person understand.

There are some days when no matter what I say it feels like I'm far away in another country & whoever is doing the translating has had far too much to drink.

Does nobody understand?

I actually don't understand a word Paula's saying anymore. It's like a new language.

This time I m not going to tell you a story. I'll just say that insanity is the inability to communicate your ideas. It's as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that's going on around you but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don't understand the language they speak there.

That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.

The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.

This meeting was like many of the meetings that I would go to over the course of two years. The only way I can describe it is that, well, the president is like a blind man in a roomful of deaf people. There is no discernible connection.

In Japan, you have no idea what they are saying, and they can't help you either. Nothing makes any sense. They're very polite, but you feel like a joke is being played on you the entire time you're there.

Any order that can be misunderstood, will be misunderstood

Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

A small communication breakdown is enough for everyone to be working on slightly different things. And then you loose focus.

We were like deaf people trying to dance to a beat we couldn't hear, long after the music actually stopped.

She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.

Most of our life is miscommunication, and when you add a language barrier to it, it just becomes total mayhem and confusion... It just adds to it with all of the cultural differences. It could be an American family meeting another American family and you could still have a total clash. With family, it's like visiting another planet.

Miscommunication leads to complication.

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

I feel like people didn't understand where I was about to go. And a lot of people still don't.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

A mutual misunderstanding.

Our conversation with the supermarket manager had been about as helpful as a New Jersey road sign, and if you've ever been there, you know the signs don't tell you the exit you're coming up to, they only point out the exits you've just missed.

I like that confusion when people are speaking in the same language but still can't understand each other. It's also usually my experience of being in America - when I speak no one can understand what I'm saying.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

When one man speaks to another man who doesn't understand him, and when a man who's speaking no longer understands, it's metaphysics.