Quotes About Communication

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

Tree at my window, window tree,My sash is lowered when night comes on;But let there never be curtain drawnBetween you and me.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation. That little poem means just what it says it means, nothing less but nothing more.

Families break up when people take hints you don't intend and miss hints you do intend.

My apple trees will never get acrossAnd eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts...

Yelling at living things does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts...

A giraffe has a black tongue twenty-seven inches long and no vocal cords. A giraffe has nothing to say. He just goes on giraffing.

If you tell people you talk to God, they'll think you're religious, but if you say God talks to you, it's ten to one they'll think you're crazy.

Commerce is the great civilizer. We exchange ideas when we exchange fabrics.

Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.

Like most writers, I tend to find out what I feel on a subject by writing about it. It is how we interpret the world, how we make sense of it.

I do," said Robin in a ringing voice, looking straight into the eyes, not of her stony-faced new husband, but of the battered and bloodied man who had just sent her flowers crashing to the floor.

Hard to remember these days that there was a time you had to wait for the ink and paper reviews to see your work excoriated. With the invention of the internet, any subliterate cretin can be Michiko Kakutani.

As suddenly as they had reached for each other, they broke apart. Tears were rolling down Robin's face. For one moment of madness, Strike yearned to say, "Come with me", but there are words that can never be unsaid or forgotten, and those, he knew, were some of them.

But he was her best friend. This admission, held at bay for so long, caused an almost painful twist in Robin's heart, not least because she knew it would be impossible ever to tell Strike so.