Quotes About Communication

Irish and English are so widely separated in their mode of expression that nothing like a literal rendering from one language to the other is possible.

The Eagle wasn't always the Eagle. The Eagle, before he became the Eagle, was Yucatangee, the Talker. Yucatangee talked and talked. It talked so much it heard only itself. Not the river, not the wind, not even the Wolf. The Raven came and said The Wolf is hungry. If you stop talking, you'll hear him. The wind too. And when you hear the wind, you'll fly. So he stopped talking. And became its nature, the Eagle. The Eagle soared, and its flight said all it needed to say.

My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.

Silence can ask all the questions, where the tongue is prone to ask only the wrong one.

Sometimes a man doesn't know how badly he's hurt until someone else probes the wound.

You are confusing plumbing and love again.

How do you politely explain to someone that you had believed for years he was a moron as well as a Fool? Fitz in Assassin's Apprentice

Chade, I know the Fool is strange. But I like it when he comes to talk to me. He speaks in riddles, and he insults me, and makes fun of me, and gives himself leave to tell me things he thinks I should do, like wash my hair, or not wear yellow. But (...) I like him. He mocks me, but from him, it seems a kindness. He makes me feel, well, important. That he could choose me to talk to.

Sometimes thanking someone is more important to the person giving the thanks than the one who receives it.

His cracked lips moved. Beloved. He couldn't say the word, but I knew it. And so did his Fool.

One man armed with the right word may do what an army of swordsmen cannot.

Fitz: How bad is it? Nighteyes: Mind your own business. Fitz: You ARE my business. Nighteyes: Sharing pain doesn't loosen it. Fitz: I'm not sure about THAT.

All cats talk however they want. To whomever they want. But only a rude human speaks out of turn. Be quiet.

A manner of speaking becomes a manner of thinking.

My mother had told me to never be afraid to apologize when I was wrong. She had said it would have saved her and my father a great deal of trouble if they had only followed that rule. Then she had sighed, and added that I must never think that an apology could completely erase what I had done or said. Still, it was worth trying.

Strange, how being left out of a secret always feels like a betrayal of trust.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.

Oh, the things we discover and the things we learn, much too late. Worse are the secrets that are not secrets, the sorrows we live with but do not admit to one another.

Cats talk to whomever they please.

A message is not delivered until it is understood.

It's not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn't offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don't know how.

What does who call me when?

When you cut pieces out of the truth to avoid looking like a fool, you end up sounding like a moron instead.

That was Verity's way. MOnths had passed since we had last spoken but he took no times for greetings. Chade said it was a lack in him, that he didn't make his men feel their importance to him. I think he believed that if anything significant had happened to me, someone would have told him. He had a bluff heartiness to him that I enjoyed, an attitude that things must be going well unless someone ahd told him otherwise.