Quotes About Communication

You'd be good at being angry," he said. "You'd get it right.

Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

I was one of the first authors to have an active website. I'm totally obsessed with technology. I'm always looking for ways to connect with my readers. I answer all my fan mail.

I have several writer friends, but I don't involve them in my work process. I'm more likely to talk about the business of publishing with them.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

At this rate I never want to talk to you again. Stay mad at me, Allie. It allows us to communicate in other ways.

Carter placed her fingers over his hand and signed a single sign. "I love you too," she answered. "How did you know what I said?" He moved his fingers along her arm trying to convince himself she was truly with him. "I listened with my heart." Her gaze locked with his.

He couldn't just take her home, bed her, and wait for children to pop out. Somewhere in between, he'd have to talk to her.

Again, please," she whispered. (Allie to Wes)

Did you tell her it was just until all was safe, or did you promise her forever?" Victoria shook her head. "Sounds to me like you've got some proposing to do before you're really a married man. Maybe a few days alone will loosen your tongue and make that knee of your bend easier.

She pulled a chair to the tiny table "I'm starving." "So am I," he answered, but when she glanced up he was looking at her and not the food.

He had no idea about the 'loving deeply' part. Scarlet was the one love he'd had. They'd married the weekend after they'd discovered they both like sangria. He'd thought they were waltzing through life and it turned out she was line dancing.

Jonathan was tired of arguing with himself. He was obviously conversing with an idiot.

Love and respect are the most important aspects of parenting, and of all relationships.

I tried all kinds of approaches: sexy, friendly, intimidating—nothing worked. I'm starting to think there's an invisible force field that prevents honest communication between X and Y chromosomes.

I guess sometimes it takes a while for the heart to get the memo from the brain.

Supposedly, guys think about sex every eight seconds. If that's true, how can they talk to their grandmothers?

These guys may not talk too much about relationships, but they sure do blush at telling moments, don't they? Maybe that's the key to understanding the opposite sex; I could invent a science, call it blushology.

All of us have our wires crossed and crisscrossed so many times it's impossible to untangle the mess. It really does seem like the entire human race might as well be conversing with hand gestures and grunts, for all the success we're having.

Here I've been telling him things in my head for weeks, writing long, frenzied missives to him I know I'll never send, and now that I have him less than two feet away, I'm struck dumb. Fantastic.

He's an intricate, mesmerizing puzzle; I only succeeded at putting the pieces together because for once in my life I observed. I stopped talking long enough to listen - really listen - not just to what's said, but also to everything that goes unspoken.