Quotes About Communication

Sweet Eda. Fitz, he has your face. Right down to the break in your nose." Amber cleared her throat. She spoke breathlessly into our shocked silence. "Fitz. Please. I can explain everything.

But all know that a woman cannot give her word to anyone, for women cannot possess honor. Women promise, and later they say, 'I did not understand, I did not mean it that way, I thought those words meant something else.' So a woman's word is without worth. She can break it, and always she does, for she has no honor to defile.

Um homem armado com a palavra certa pode fazer o que um exército de espadachins não pode.

A veces resulta más fácil desclavar un cuchillo de un hombre que pedirle que perdone tus palabras. Aunque esas palabras hayan nacido de la rabia.

My grandfather used to say, "Start out dealing with a man the way you intend to go on dealing with him." I think the same may be true of dragons.

I can teach you even if you hate me, or if you despise the lessons. I can teach you if you are bored, or lazy or stupid. But I can't teach you if you're afraid to speak to me. At least, not the way I want to teach you. And I can't teach you if you decide this is something you'd rather not learn.

Fitz!' Motley greeted me. 'Hello, stupid!' she added. The

Depois daquilo comecei a desejar esclarecer as coisas com o Bobo. Como um dente doloroso, remoí uma e outra vez o que lhe queria dizer.

Tinha andado a manter um silêncio amuado para com ele, esperando avidamente que me perguntasse que bicho me tinha mordido. O problema era que ele não o fazia. Haverá alguma coisa mais provocadora do que esperar que alguém comece uma discussão?

When you speak in riddles, it exasperates me. Yet when you try to speak clearly of yourself, it frightens me.

I'd never been so hurt, and I couldn't tell if it was what he had said or how I had reacted to it. Stupid boy. Of course I'd get angry and demand to know who had said such horrid things.

That is half of teaching an apprentice: making sure the youngster learns what you said, not what she thinks you said.

Better to regret unsaid words than repent of words I could never call back. Who

Could it be that simple? Simply pretend we had never quarreled; just go back to treating each other as we had before?

What I said to you earlier, I was angry, I was..." "Right on target." The sound he made might have been a laugh, if not so freighted with bitterness. "Only in the way that people who know one another best know how to hurt one another best," I pleaded.

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

You can hold out longer under torture if you focus on what you will say rather than what you won't. I've heard of men repeating the same phrase, over and over, long past the point where they could hear the questions anymore. By focusing on what you will say, you make it less likely you'll say that which you don't wish to.

She felt silence growing in her. Sometimes it reminded her of a fast-growing ivy; silence covered her and cloaked her, and she suspected that one day she would smother in the silences Hest could create. It was an effort to break through that strangling quiet, but she did it.

I would never... do you understand me? I could never desire you as a bed partner. Never." "And that, too, is a thing that we both have known for years. A thing that never needed speaking, those words that I must now carry with me for the rest of my life. We could have gone all our lives and never had this conversation. Now you have doomed us both to recall it forever.

Are you listening, Buckman? For that is your role in this conversation. You listen.' I

Had he his way, paper would be as common as bread, and every child would learn his letters before he was thirteen. But even were it so, I do not think this would bring to pass all he hopes. He mourns of all the knowledge that goes into a grave each time a man dies, even the commonest of men.

I don't see any humor in this," she snapped. Rurisk and I looked at one another and grinned foolishly. Smoke.

by all the lies I had ever spoken and all the truths I had made into lies by leaving them unspoken.

It was but a manner of speaking, Ekke," he said mildly. "A manner of speaking becomes a manner of thinking.