Quotes About Communication

Yes! Do you never listen?" "I never listen." "Okay, well, it's a good thing I don't talk much then, isn't it?

However, these days everyone holds their stupid smartphone in front of them the entire time in case somebody likes a dog picture on Facebook and they miss it by two seconds...

still believe reading is the best form of direct brain-to-brain communication humans have yet figured out

You know, on the bus, everyone used to read books. But then they were fiddling on their phones or those big phones, I don't know what they're called.

Email was great, but she did miss being excited by the post. That was probably why people did so much Internet shopping, she reckoned. So they had a parcel to look forward to.

JOEL!' 'Sorry . . . that must make me sound like a dickhead.' 'I can't remark professionally on that,' said Mark as Marsha nodded emphatically in the bed next to him.

Her bark's worse than her bite. Although her bite is pretty bad to begin with.

That's not a telephone," he said. "It's a magic wand hell-bent on destroying the world. But you call it what you want. Magic waves, blah blah blah.

Trees are astonishing communicators." "When they rustle?" "It's more like a kind of bubbly noise. If they're thirsty. Like trying to get the last bits through a straw." "Why isn't everyone absolutely freaking out about this?" said Carmen. "Well, dendrologists are. For years, it was considered absolutely ridiculous to think it. Then studies came along and proved it.

I know," he said in a bewildered tone. "I know youse all think I'm an ancient fuddy-duddy from the dawn of time." "Why would we think that, Dad?" said Innes. "Just because you are an ancient fuddy-duddy from the dawn of time.

Now it was rare to lose a parent or lose a child; and people wouldn't discuss it, in case it invited bad luck in. In case it was tempting fate, or superstition. She thought of how many people wouldn't talk about Hari's speechlessness in case drawing attention to it would somehow visit it upon their own children.

don't know why they say love means never having to say you're sorry," said Polly suddenly. "I think it means having to say you're sorry A LOT.

Books were the best way Nina knew – apart from, sometimes, music – to breach the barrier; to connect the internal universe with the external, the words acting merely as a conduit between the two worlds.

That thing that everyone talks about. That really big newspaper in the sky that came along and ruined everything else, blah blah blah.' Rosie was stumped, until light finally dawned. 'You mean the internet?' 'Well, yes. I hate that thing.' 'The whole thing?' 'Yes.' 'You hate the entire internet?' 'Yes.

They were probably reading on their tablets," said Nina loyally. She loved her e-reader, too. "Yes, I know," said the man. "But I couldn't see. I couldn't see what they were reading or ask them if it was good, or make a mental note to look for it later. It was as if suddenly, one day, all the books simply disappeared.

What's the good of news if you haven't a sister to share it?

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

To understand what a person means or says, it's basically necessary to already know what that person means or is saying.

Über das sprechen, was Zeit eigentlich ist, kann er wahrscheinlich am besten mit denen, die aus ihr hinausgefallen sind. Oder in sie hineingesperrt, wenn man so will.

Dünya görüÅŸü asl?nda tam olarak ÅŸuydu: Görmeyi öÄŸrenmek. DoÄŸru sözcükler bulunduÄŸunda dünyay? deÄŸiÅŸtirmek mümkün müydü? Yoksa dünyay? deÄŸiÅŸtirmek sadece doÄŸru sözcükleri bulmakla m? mümkündü?

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

I laid myself fucking bare last night! I put it all out there, and you shut me down. Rightfully so. I get that I shouldn't have said any of that stuff to you. But now here I am trying to find a way to come out of this with just a little fragment of pride so I can look you in the eye when this is all over, and you won't even let me have that. You broke my heart last night, all right? Is that what you want to hear?