Quotes About Communication

Burrich the Stablemaster, the man who raised me, once warned me, "When you cut pieces from the truth to avoid sounding like a fool, you end up sounding like a moron instead." I

And while you're 'hearing' all this vital gossip, I might point out to you that no wise man tells all he knows. And that he who carries tales has little else in his head. Do you understand me, Brant?

What else?' Chade

She loved to talk. All I need do was provide the silence.

Fool, cannot you ever speak plain?" I cried out in frustration. He halted as suddenly as if struck. In mid-pirouette, he lowered his heels to the floor and stood like a statue. "Would it help any?" he asked soberly. "Would you listen to me if I came to you and did not speak in riddles? Would that make you pause and think and hang upon every word, and ponder those words later, in your chamber?

No, he has never struck me. But there are many ways for a man to be hard-handed with a woman that do not involve striking her.

I wanted us to share all our lives. You wish to keep me in a box, separate from your life. I cannot be someone you come to when you have nothing more important to do.

And that he who carries tales has little else in his head.

You should have asked me! You should have asked me!" I hated the tears that suddenly flooded my eyes and how my throat closed and choked me. I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less." p. 501 Bee to Fitz

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

A few of the other Traders who dispute that the dragons are anything but animals said that she was taking the matter too seriously, that creatures that can only communicate with some people rather than everyone should not be treated as if they are equal to humans. And then, of course, the arguments degenerated. Some demanded to know if that meant speakers of foreign languages were not full humans. Someone else quipped that surely.

I perceived then that my father had already known these things, but that by asking about them in front of us, he had given Spink the opportunity to share his family's straitened circumstances without making it seem that he sought our pity.

In truth, I believe the Wit is as natural a magic as a man can claim. It is the Wit that lets a flock of birds in flight suddenly wheel as one, or a school of fingerlings hold place together in a swiftly flowing stream. It is also the Wit that sends a mother to her child's bedside just as the babe is awakening. I believe it is at the heart of all wordless communication, and that all humans possess some small aptitude for it, recognized or not.

It is quite one thing to admit a fault to yourself. It is another thing entirely to have a friend not only agree with you, but point out the full depth of the fault.

There was no hope in conversing with her when she was hungry. No matter what they discussed, it was always his fault.

Very little worth knowing is taught by fear," Burrich said stubbornly. And, more warmly: "It's a poor teacher who tries to instruct by blows and threats. Imagine taming a horse that way. Or a dog. Even the most knot-headed dog learns better from an open hand than a stick.

Sometimes," he observed obliquely, "you have to trust people to understand you are not perfect.

If you do, what will you tell her?" He stared at me bleakly before replying, "The truth. I know it's a novel idea, but I thought that at least one Farseer should try it.

Tivessem eles sido cães, teriam me farejado, afastado-se a seguir, mas os humanos não têm dessas cortesias inatas.

I couldn't tell him it would come out right, because I wasn't sure it would. I couldn't tell him that I'd trust his judgment, because I didn't. Then Hap found the words for both of us. "I love you, Tom. I'll keep trying." I sighed in relief. "Me, too. I love you, and I'll keep trying.

When you cut pieces from the truth to avoid sounding like a fool, you end up sounding like a moron instead." I have discovered that to

Web, what do you want of me?" I asked him at last. "Only to make you think," he answered soothingly. "Not to make you angry, though I seem to excel at that. Or perhaps your anger is always there, festering inside you, and I am the knife that lances the boil and lets it burst forth.

Many men hope that by saying a thing they can make it so," Chade said neutrally. "Even when they must know better

Not being able to think of a reply is not the same thing as accepting another's words.