Quotes About Communication

I'm done peeing now." "Thank you for letting me know.

The relationship between talent and management is uneasy, at best.

It had not occurred to me that marriage requires the same effort as a career. And unlike a career, marriage requires a joint effort.

What is the value of sticking a microphone in a man's face right after he has learned of his wife's death?

I can talk to my dad like he's my manager, and put 'Dad' on the back burner. We've been doing it since I was 13.

Let's just promise to be there for one another in our imminent and enduring times of trouble and thunder." "Deal," I said. He always talked like that. I would moon over him to CaCee, using that same lofty language.

We started "dating" when I was in the eighth grade, but our time together was always chaperoned. Dad would even listen in on my phone calls, and my mom would scream at him to stop.

As we made our way to the house, I could barely talk. I got Dad talking about the new car and his photography hobby and business, which he could talk about for hours. It was how I negotiated a lot of conversations with people at that time. I listened to every word, but only chimed in now and again to keep them going.

That my husband stopped drinking with me was powerfully romantic, even if Hallmark doesn't have a card for it. Or maybe they do. It saved our marriage, or at least saved us from the stupid fights that didn't need to happen. Things said that didn't deserve to be said because it was the alcohol talking, not the heart.

She gave me a huge smile, and I took it so I could manage to give it back to her.

I have listened and I have been quiet all my life. But now I will speak.

When I asked my father whether he thought that it was possible that his mother was raped behind that closed door, he said, "She had washer-woman knees. No one could possibly think of her as a sexual object. Besides," he explained, "she would have told my sisters, and they would have told me." I am not so sure. Maybe someone needed to ask her. Someone needed to want to know, to be able to hear the answer.

I have a very close relationship with my mom, and I'm able to talk to her about anything.

Ignoring men, whether romantically or rhetorically, is existential violence to them.

A high school teacher once told me that identity is half what we tell ourselves and half what we tell other people about ourselves. But the missing piece he didn't mention—the piece that holds so much weight, especially in the minds of young women and girls—is the stories that other people tell us about ourselves.

A high school teacher once told me that identity is half what we tell ourselves and half what we tell other people about ourselves.

Dating their daughters? Isn't it possible to encourage fathers to spend more time with their daughters without using language usually reserved for romantic relationships? Neutral, family-based rhetoric would probably be just as effective and would certainly be less, well, creepy. But calling daddy/daughter quality time "dates" speaks volumes about how young women are valued in the virginity movement--for their sexuality

Whining is a form of manipulation. People will give anything to make you shut up.

In relationships it is best to assume nothing.

It's not words that fail, it's the people who wield them. We have no power over life and death, we are subject to pain and disease and misery, but we command words. When you think about it, words are all we really have.

The words are vessels that are filled with experience that overflows the vessels. The words point to an experience; they are not the experience. The moment that I express what I experience exclusively in thought and words, the experience has gone: it has dried up, is dead, a mere thought. Hence being is indescribable in words and is communicable only by sharing my experience.

be aware of the fact that words, in and by themselves, have no reality, except in terms of the context in which they are used, in terms of the intentions and the character of the one who uses them.

As Simone Weil expressed it so beautifully:The same words can be commonplace or extraordinary according to the manner in which they are spoken. And this manner depends on the depth of the region in a man's being from which they proceed without the will being able to do anything. And by a marvelous agreement they reach the same region in him who hears them. Thus the hearer can discern, if he has any power of discernment, what is the value of the words.

El maestro aprende de sus alumnos, el auditorio estimula al actor, el paciente cura a su psicoanalista -siempre y cuando no se tratan como objeto sino que están relacionados entre sí en forma productiva-.