Quotes About Communication

With a twist in his chest, and in spite of his satisfaction at having done what he'd set out to do, he wished he could have called Joan, and told her the end of Margot Bamborough's story, and heard her say she was proud of him, one last time.

He was well aware that he hadn't told Polworth the whole truth about his relationship with Robin Ellacott, which, after all, was nobody else's business. The truth was that his feelings contained nuances and complications that he preferred not to examine. For instance, he had a tendency, when alone, bored, or low-spirited, to want to hear her voice.

People liked to talk; there were very few exceptions, the question was how you made them do it. Some were amenable to alcohol; others liked a spotlight; and then there were those who merely needed proximity to another conscious human being. A subsection of humanity would become loquacious only on one favorite subject; it might be their own innocence, or somebody else's guilt.

Perhaps she had received diamonds, Strike thought; she had always said she didn't care for such things, but when they argued the glitter of all he could not give her had sometimes been flung back hard in his face...

I think marriage is nearly always an unfathomable entity, even to the people inside it.

the women fell silent with the instinctive courtesy women often show to incapacitated males.

And then, at last, the frenzy wore itself into staleness, and even the journalist had nothing left to say, but that too much had been said already.

Matthew would not like this, she had said. He would have liked it even less had he know how much Strike had liked it.

there's nothing like Latin for slapping the fuck out of people who think they're better than you. I've used it several times to good effect.

And don't ," bellowed Robin from behind him, "buy me any more fucking flowers !" "No danger of that!" yelled Strike over his shoulder, as he strode away into the darkness.

Women, in his experience, often expected you to understand that it was a measure of how much they loved you that they tried their damnedest to change you.

The idea of suggesting that Strike stop lying to the women in his life occurred only to be dismissed, on the basis that the resolutions to stop smoking, lose weight and exercise were enough personal improvement to be getting on with.

I was nearly christened Eric Bloom Strike,' he said and Robin choked on her water. He laughed as she coughed into a napkin. 'Let's face it, Cormoran's not much bloody better. Cormoran Blue—' ' Blue? ' 'Blue Öyster Cult, aren't you listening?' 'God,' said Robin. 'You keep that quiet.' 'Wouldn't you?

In her experience, men like Geraint were astoundingly prone to believe that their scattergun sexual advances were appreciated and even reciprocated.

After a short pause, she said, "I don't think I'll be here for my next birthday, Corm." The words hit him like a punch in the diaphragm. "Don't say that." "If I can't say it to you, who can I say it to?

Erudite, for a woman who confuses "you're" and "your" and goes in for random capitalisation.' 'We can't all be literary geniuses,' said Robin reproachfully. 'Thank Christ for that, from all I'm hearing about them.

Why do people do this?' 'Blog, you mean? I don't know ... didn't someone once say the unexamined life isn't worth living?' 'Yeah, Plato,' said Strike, 'but this isn't examining a life, it's exhibiting it.

La mancanza di critiche, o anche solo di una silenziosa disapprovazione da parte di Robin, era una cosa davvero singolare per Strike. Era l'unica persona di sesso femminile nella sua vita che non avesse cercato di migliorarlo o correggerlo.

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them. Strike had felt the living woman behind the words she had written to friends; he had heard her voice on a telephone held to his ear; but now, looking down on the last thing she had ever seen in her life, he felt strangely close to her.

I've upset you, haven't I?" said Morris. "No, you haven't upset me," said Robin. After all, "upset" wasn't quite the same as "enrage.

A lot of men find it hard to hear how well their other halves get on with other men.

blood was thumping in her ears: the sensation of not being heard was becoming increasingly common during these interactions)

The argument had been in full swing when Matthew's father telephoned with the news that a funny turn Matthew's mother had suffered the previous week had been diagnosed as a mini-stroke. After this, she and Matthew felt that squabbling about Strike was in bad taste, so they went to bed in an unsatisfactory state of theoretical reconciliation, both, Robin knew, still seething. It was

Robin did not know why the announcement that Strike was off to meet Elin should lower her spirits.