Quotes About Communication

Throughout our marriage, we would go for weeks without exchanging more than perfunctory communications, sharing little but the bewildered quiet. And you think that I am lonely now? Heavens. I wish I'd listened to Chekhov, or had read him then: "If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry.

Like most Lebanese, Joumana speaks rapidly, one sentence dovetailing into another, producing guttural words and phrases as if gargling with mouthwash. I prefer slow conversations where words are counted like pearls, conversations with many pauses, pauses replacing words.

Uncle Jihad used to say that what happens is of little significance compared with the stories we tell ourselves about what happens. Events matter little, only stories of those events affect us. My father and I may have shared numerous experiences, but, as I was constantly finding out, we rarely shared their stories; we din't know how to listen to one another.

The presence of another person—of any person whatsoever—makes me feel awkward,

I can relate to Marguerite Duras even though I'm not French, nor have I been consumed by love for an East Asian man. I can life inside Alice Munro's skin. But I can't relate to my own mother. My body is full of sentences and moments, my heart resplendent with lovely turns of phrases, but neither is able to be touched by another.

When you write about the past, you lie with each letter, with every grapheme, including the goddamn comma.

The girl strolled past, indifferently, seductively, her eyes hidden by cheap sunglasses. The old man sat up when the girl passed him. "Don't you think your pants are too tight?" he asked. "Kiss my ass, Uncle," she replied. He leaned forward. She kept going. "No one listens anymore," he said quietly.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

Tell him Sudha has not forgotten him.

Cuando mi voz calle con la muerte, mi corazón te seguirá hablando".

In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun. "I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.

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The shore whispers to the sea: "Write to me what your waves struggle to say." The sea writes in foam again and again and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.

YOUR speech is simple, my Master, but not theirs who talk of you.

The fact is that man is as much a mystery to woman as woman is to man. If that were not so, the separation of the sexes would only have been a waste of Nature's energy.

They who from birth have had no other speech than the trembling of their lips learn a language of the eyes, endless in expression, deep as the sea, clear as the heavens, wherein play dawn and sunset, light and shadow. The dumb have a lonely grandeur like Nature's own. Wherefore

The lad himself becomes painfully self-conscious. When he talks with elderly people he is either unduly forward, or else so unduly shy that he appears ashamed of his very existence.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. One man opens his throat to sing, the other sings in his mind. Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious sound; Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leaves. Only from a marriage of two forces does music arise in the world. Where there is no love, where listeners are dumb, there never can be song.

When we express our thought in words, the medium is not found easily. There must be a process of translation, which is often inexact, and then we fall into error. But