Quotes About Communication

Well, you've done it now, was her sisterly opening shot. Jaine rubbed between her eyebrows; a definite headache was forming. After the exchange with David, she waited to see where this one was going. I won't be able to hold up my head in church. Really? Oh, Shelley, I'm so sorry, Jaine said sweetly. I didn't realize you have the dreaded Limp Neck disease. When were you diagnosed?

I have a rule: Walk out, crawl back. If a man does the first, then he has to do the second to get back on good terms with me.

Everything feels like the end of the world, and you can't reason with someone who can't see tomorrow.

Love by itself isn't enough; it's never enough. There had to be other things, such as liking and respect, or love would get worn away by the realities of everyday life.

She had learned that if you kept asking the same question, you would often get different answers, and eventually the evasions would cease and the real answer would emerge.

He smiled, his red lips stretching over his teeth, and he said, 'Hello, Mother'.

I'm calling the police, she said, showing him the phone in her hand. He smiled, and for a moment she forgot about the phone. You don't need the police. No, of course she didn't How silly.

Chloe put aside worries about her job, her life, and turned to face him. Sex can't be the answer to everything, she said as she draped her arms around his strong neck. He bent his head to hers. For now, it can, he said and kissed her.

God save me from a woman's way of thinking. What the hell kind of logic is that? One has nothing to do with the other." "Maybe not to you, but let's face it, you're plankton, and I'm a higher life form. Details matter to me.

I don't have casual sex, she said. He almost smiled. It was merely an expression in those pale eyes, rather than an actual movement of his mouth. My dear, I promise you there wouldn't be anything casual about it.

Why is it when a man gets mad, he's aaangry, but when a woman gets mad, it's just a tantrum?" She paused, struck by what he'd said.

She stormed into the room and stood at his bedside, her hands on her hips, her blue eyes shooting sparks. There was a silly grin on his face and he had the audacity to add insult to injury by following that with a yawn. "Deviant!" Emma hissed. "Jealous, Miss Emma?" "Hardly, Mr. Fairfax." "I think you are," he countered matter-of-factly. "You're breathing fire, and Callie's got to be the reason." Emma

Caleb swore under his breath and got to his feet. He had so much to say to Lily, and presents to give her, and here she'd taken off on some wild goose chase. She really meant to move to that damned farm, the stubborn little chit.

Dratted women," the colonel muttered, tossing down his napkin and bolting out of his chair. "They don't know how to listen. They don't know how to obey. If the army were made up of them, we'd all be British subjects." Caleb

Emma shifted her gaze to Steven, sitting just ahead of her at a table, Garrick Wright beside him. As though sensing her perusal, Steven shifted in his chair to look back at her, and to her utter amazement, he winked. She pursed her lips, amazed that he could take so serious a proceeding so lightly. He mimicked her dour expression, then turned to face the front of the courtroom again. The

because that would be a lie. He was sorry they weren't spending the

I'm surprised at you, Lily. You allowed the man liberties, and yet you treat him like a typhoid carrier. Do you love him or not?" Lily

If I were any man but myself," he said, "I would turn you over my knee and blister your backside!" Tossing

room. Angus cleared his throat, and Rafe and Kade stared down at their plates, all signs of their previous amusement

How could an alphabet—letters that didn't even mean anything by themselves—be important? But it was important. Our stories, our names, our alphabet. Even Uncle's newspaper. It was all about words. If words weren't important, they wouldn't try so hard to take them away.

It was all about words. If words weren't important, they wouldn't try so hard to take them away.

She looked over at him, her eyes warm. "Your face has a story to tell." Mouth quirking, Roan growled, "It's a top-secret face, Darlin'.

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. "You wanted to kiss me." "I still do.

Giving him a wry look, Shiloh said, "I think you're forcing me to look at myself, what I want, who I am." "Good relationships always do that for both people, Darlin'. It's just a natural progression between them. It can bring out our self-awareness. It's not easy. But it's rewarding.