Quotes About Communication

But, knowing they had had the best of love, they clung to what remained. Love lingered – by way of long conversations at night into those stark hours when the mind thins and sharpens and the borrowings from dreams become the stuff of all life, by way of deep and intimate kindnesses they developed toward each other, by way of their laughing at the same absurdities and thinking the same things noble and the same things sad.

To this husband of hers she made the last concession of married life, which is more complete, more irrevocable, than the first—she listened to him. She told herself that the years had brought her tolerance—actually they had slain what measure she had ever possessed of moral courage. She

I've decided to give you up, she said. Dick started - had he said anything to imply that she possessed any part of him?

To this husband of hers she made the last concession of married life, which is more complete, more irrevocable, than the first—she listened to him. She told herself that the years had brought her tolerance—actually they had slain what measure she had ever possessed of moral courage.

On the contrary. When a man speaks he's merely tradition. He has at best a few thousand years back of him. But woman, why, she is the miraculous mouthpiece of posterity.

She was only extemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

She's got an indiscreet voice,' I remarked. 'It's full of——' I hesitated. 'Her voice is full of money,' he said suddenly.

They made no love that day, but when he left her outside the sad door on the Zurichsee and she turned and looked at him he knew her problem was one they had together for good now.

When a girl tells the man she likes second best about the other one, then she's in love. --Cecelia Brady

Like most women she liked to be told how she should feel

If I knew words enough I could write you the longest love-letter in the world—and never get tired.

unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many

For the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

As for the well-known Amory, he would write immortal literature if he were sure enough about anything to risk telling any one else about it.

He borrowed somebody's best suit to get married in and never even told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out.

I mean the women who, without any of the prerogatives of youth and beauty, demand continual slavery from their men....They sit back complacently and watch their husbands slave for them; and, without furnishing any of the pleasantries of life for their husbands, they demand the sort of continual attention that a charming fiancée might get....They are harridans and shrews who continually nag and scold until the men are driven idiotic.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her finger, gently, as though she were asleep.

Il existait entre nous une complicité si rare que nous nous comprenions à demi-mots

Dick was always vividly conscious of his surroundings, while Collis Clay lived vaguely, the sharpest impressions dissolving upon a recording apparatus that had early atrophied, so the former talked and the latter listened, like a man sitting in a breeze.

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: 'I never loved you.

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something—an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

She didn't like it, he said immediately. Of course she did. She didn't like it, he insisted. She didn't have a good time. He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression. I feel far away from her, he said. It's hard to make her understand. You mean about the dance? The dance? He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers. Old sport, the dance is unimportant.

Tell me about it. Tell me about your private life, Baby, and your opinions. You never do - we always talk about Nicole.

Sie dachte, ich wüsste viel, weil ich andere Dinge wusste als sie...