Quotes About Communication

Are you sulking now?" he asked. "Yes," she answered curtly. "OK.

I just hate knocking on doors. I'm the same with making phone calls when I don't know who's going to answer. I'm just not very good socially.

So what does that actually mean?" "To be honest, Ghastly, I haven't a bull's notion." "Elder Bespoke should be addressed by his title," Tipstaff said. "Of course," Skulduggery said. "To be honest, Your Highness, I haven't a bull's notion.

but you're angry. Not with me, because no one could be angry with me, but with others.

The trick is learning to frame your new ideas as tweaks of old ideas, to mix a little fluency with a little disfluency—to make your audience see the familiarity behind the surprise.

Posting dramatic charts or funny pictures is good and giving people smart reasons to believe what they already think is great.

The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.

the truest writers are those who see language not as a linguistic process but as a living element…

The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself. Derek Walcott

Die größte Freude ist die, aus verschiedenen Sprachen auswählen zu können, was den Inhalt des Geistes am besten ausdrückt.

we are terrible at reading each other's thoughts. Yet we consistently behave as if we have been endowed with this entirely handsome ability.

neuro-linguistic programming

My techniques are concerned with reading signals from people, tiny unconscious clues that betray their thoughts. I tend to see it like a game...

The way that we draw faces says so much about the way that we see ourselves and the way that we see each other.

A good communicator affects our physiology. The power of voice can entrance us even induce or remove pain.

Every day when you leave your home you give away more than you could ever imagine about who you are and what you do.

When we are customarily annoyed by what we see as the failings of others, we are judging them by a ludicrous standard: we are assuming that they fully understand our desires, quite possibly better than we do, and that they have nothing to do but arrange things to fall seamlessly into place around our probably ill-communicated wishes.

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

We've been making love these past two days by talking and I want for our bodies to join the conversation.

So many indigenous people have said to me that the fundamental difference between Western and indigenous ways of being is that even the most open-minded westerners generally view listening to the natural world as a metaphor, as opposed to the way the world really is. Trees and rocks and rivers really do have things to say to us.

Instead of René Descartes' famous "Cogito ergo sum" (I think, therefore I am), I propose "Communico ergo sum," (I communicate, therefore I exist") as the philosophical proof of man's existence.

Quo enim melius rem aliquam concipimus, eo magis determinati sumus ad eam unico modo exprimendam.

A good portion of speaking will consist in knowing how to lie.

Besides, it happens (how, I cannot tell) that an idea launched like a javelin in proverbial form strikes with sharper point on the hearer's mind and leaves implanted barbs for meditation...