"When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he again looked at the people, and was silent. "There they stand," said he to his heart; "there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.

People understand me so little that they do not even understand when I complain of being misunderstood.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

I hope they understand that I really understand
That they don't understand

Not comprehending, they hear like the deaf. The saying is their witness: absent while present.

Who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words

I spoke to ears that refused to hear.

Being able to communicate with someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you understand them.

I laugh at those who think they can damage me. They do not know who I am, they do not know what I think, they cannot even touch the things which are really mine and with which I live.

I guess people don't understand that I'm just a person.

Those who complimented me were those who understood me the least.

One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself; does not want to understand

No one has ever properly understood me, I have never fully understood anyone; and no one understands anyone else

Folks never understand the folks they hate.