Quotes About Communication

Just in case the letter doesn't get all the way to you, I gave it some wings so it could fly the rest of the way.

My wife wrote me letters when we first met. We would meet every day, or nearly every day, but still she would write me letters. She thought the person she was in her letters was someone she herself did not know until the letter was written, and then it was like she was meeting herself.

Mr. Gibbons had the talent that many puppeteers have of speaking to children as though he believed they were intelligent and could understand a thing or two.

This, she said, is a book. It is one of our ways of codifying and keeping human knowledge. When it cannot be kept in a person's head, this is one method of keeping it safe. It is a good way of moving ideas from one head to another, as it only requires one person's time to do it, and not two.

Of silence, I can say only what I heard, that all things are known by that which they make or leave–and so speech isn't itself, but its effect, and silence is the same.

You prattle on when you should listen. You ask the questions as if the meaning of the question is obvious, rather than asking it in such a way that the person is removed past himself/herself to the place in which the answer resides. Are questions so obvious? I think not. Do not let yourself make them so.

Of silence, I can say only what I have heard, that all things are known by that which they make or leave-and so speech isn't itself, but its effect, and silence is the same.

But despite the universality of URLs, we often forget that they're not just a handy way to address network resources. They're also valuable communication tools.

As for Cash and me, it's a never-ending, ever-evolving process--I believe that's known as "marriage".

Parents try the best they can. They want the best for you. But a lot of their stuff is just their own. If you can pull yourself away from it and not always feel like they're attacking you, then it's easier to deal with.

From now on the subject says: "Hullo object!" "I destroyed you.

God damn it, Billy.

Even now, Dickon was upstairs, writing sonnets to his new love, while back at Seadown House, Marianne was writing 'Ella' on scraps of paper and then burning them.

Wind does not need translation. It speaks the language of men, of animals and birds, of rocks and trees and earth and sky and water. It does not eat or sleep, or take shelter from the weather. It is the weather. And it lives.

Er," Oliver said. "He talks even less than the one Lily married," the crone remarked to Walter. "Though when the mood strikes him, he asks just as many questions as Galem." "I'm sorry," Oliver said weakly. The old woman nodded. "You are forgiven," she pronounced in a queenly tones.

My first letter to Rolian had opened a floodgate, however, and the Roulaini king had begun writing me other letters, rather admiring ones. Marta and Alle, our assistant, were teasing me about having a second royal suitor. But

I want someone to come home to at the end of the day. Someone I can talk to, laugh with. someone I can hold and who'll hold me through bad times and the good. That's ordinary, isn't it?

All through life I've harbored anger rather than expressed it at the moment.

As Howard Aiken said, "Don't worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you'll have to ram them down people's throats.

Livingston: I know it was your sixth company, but was there anything that you found you were better at? Greenspun: I think I was probably mostly worse at things than I thought. The VCs had a point when they said people remember how you made them feel more than what you said.

The programmers were in the corner doing what they were told. That's one reason they were so easy to outsource. If a programmer really never talks to the customer, never thinks, just solves little puzzles, well, that's a perfect candidate for something to offshore.

Happy New Year, Julie." "Happy New Year, Matty." She turned off the television and rolled onto her side. "Matty, I have another question for you." "Uh-oh." "Are you a skilled lover?" "And that concludes our evening chat.

Internet access came before pride. 

Why do you have to correct everything I say?" Julie glanced at his FTW! shirt. "Out of the two of us, I don't think I'm the one that deviates from the norm." The train slammed to a stop. "You're the one who seems to get off arguing." "You sound exactly like Finn. We're exchanging ideas. Debating." Matt looked down at his shorts. "And so far I haven't gotten off.