To Be Great Is To Be Misunderstood Novels & Stories

"I finally got it, but I was not calling you Bakla because I don't appreciate your efforts." "Then why?" I looked away because it suddenly got awkward. "Please tell me," he pleaded, but even though he wouldn't, I would still do it. I was only gathering more strength to tell him the reason. "I was my way to decrease the discomfort when you were around me." He suddenly chuckled. He embarrassed me, but that instantly faded when I heard him say, "That was cute then. I feel sorry for myself for misinterpreting it." "Not even new. I'm used to being misunderstood anyway." I uttered, sulking but that was a fact.

His frustration with the situation took over. “What be wrong with ya, woman?” Manley half-growled, half-wailed while still facing the wall, “Can ya not understand what’s happnin’? Have ya lost your mind or are ya just so spoiled that ya do not give in?” He heaved a heavy sigh and turned to look at her. “You’re in my world now. My world! Do ya understand? Ya ain’t my boss and ya ain’t no lady no more. You be no better than a bug ta these people. Do ya understand, woman?” Paulette stared at Manley as if not seeing him.

He suddenly stood up, looking at her seriously. "N-no, but…" she stammered awkwardly. - And if all the people in the world decided to say that I'm an idiot just because I like music, would you believe it? He raised an eyebrow, clearly already knowing the answer. - Of course not! – Missy exhaled, frustrated – Don't you understand? No one would ever say things like that to you or her, but... I'm not like you. – she sighed, her head down – I will never be confident or amazing like you. I know I am...

“You don’t understand.” “I do, more than you realize, but keep in mind that no one else matters. Not AmberMane or Victor or anyone. What they have to say doesn’t matter. What matters is your happiness and I won’t let you give up on it because you’re afraid of someone’s opinion. To hell with them all. They don’t know Max the way you and I do. They’re in no position to judge.”

Infected by the entrenched prejudice that through speech we understand each other, we make our remarks and listen in such good faith that we inevitably misunderstand each other much more than if we had remained silent and had guessed. Furthermore, since our thought is in great measure attributable to the tongue—although I cannot help but doubt that the attribution is absolute, as it is usually purported to be—it turns out that thinking is talking to oneself and, consequently, misunderstanding oneself and running a great risk of becoming completely muddled.” sinijid

No one suspected their incompetence—it was seen as fate, and they were still praised for “trying.” “So, I believe if I make you wealthier than any other doctor, you’ll be known as the best—not only in Vereluxe City, but in the world,” Steve said casually. ⸻

Not hope. This isn’t a misunderstanding. Something is very wrong.

"I think you are scared. Love can be a raging sea or a thirst-quenching glass of water, and we never know. But I know one thing, darling. Your best chance is to try." "Is this your best council?" I let out a weak laugh. "Believe me, the worst catchphrases are a succinct summary of life" "I give up trying to understand the female mind" "But do not give up on your girl. Talk about what's wrong until it's right and in a few years you'll be laughing when you remember it"

it’s just so strange that you and Hawk would break up.” “Yeah,” Sam chimed. “You both were just so good together.” “And you always seemed so different when you’re with him. You guys were so cute, it was pretty gross.” I shot Beckham a playful glare at the last part. Although, I knew that in the dictionary of Beckham, gross was a word that could be used in place of other words like nice or sweet. “I’m not saying you guys can’t break up like ever. It’s just so…I don’t know…” “It just doesn’t make sense,” Beckham finished for Juliette, in her ever so blunt manner of speaking. Juliette, however, nodded in agreement, indicating that was pretty much what she had in mind. “But we’ve been ha

If you are not like the others — if you like simple basic things and your likes and dislikes do not align with your peers, then you are a freak. No one takes anything seriously anymore. It’s just a joke, It’s simple words, don’t take it to heart, you need to be stronger. Do you tell someone with a glass in their foot that they should forget about it instead of taking the glass out? Do you tell them that the pain is temporary instead of offering help? “If I am the way I am today, it is because of every single mistake I made!” I voice out and glared at the mirror with wide eyes. “Mistakes that were influenced by people who cared for me!” I snapped.