Quotes About Communication

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

They sat silently for a moment.

I mean, I wish I knew the right things to say to people. Sometimes I seem to just sit there.

Jonas was careful about language.

Don't keep interrupting or I'll never finish the story.

It was so - oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!

He thrust his tongue into his cheek, wrinkled his nose and creased his forehead. He made a chortling sound.

story?" "Of course you do," Gooney Bird told him.

I didn't reply as he had hoped to a student who emailed me some years later, with the request "Please list all the similes and metaphors in The Giver," I'm sure it contained those as well.)

When he spoke, a new spurt of blood drenched the coarse cloth across his chest and sleeve.

Sunkiausias dalykas Atminties Saugotojui yra ne skausmas. Sunkiausia, kad saugai prisiminimus vienas. Jais reikia dalintis.

this talk will be a private one with Jonas.

Always better, less rude, to talk about things that were the same.

Your father means that you used a very generalized word, so meaningless that it's become almost obsolete," his mother explained carefully.

eating together as always: Lily chattering away, Mother and Father making their customary

What did you perceive? The Giver asked. Warmth, Jonas replied

It was one of the rituals, the evening telling of feelings. Sometimes Jonas and his sister, Lily, argued over turns, over who would get to go first.

Once, his sister whispered to him privately, after a dinner they had refused to eat, "I liked it.

Stop crying, you idiot girl," he said harshly. "Your stupid mother has sent your uncle a handkerchief.

Well, one couldn't help one's thoughts. One could help opening one's mouth and saying something really stupid, though.

People give themselves to you, in their talking, and in other ways, if you are quiet and patient and let them, and not in such a damned rush to give yourself to them you go bat-blind and deaf.

But have you ever overheard two women discussing men? Men are crude liars, comparing their drabs, but women - I'd rather have [an] anatomist dissect me alive than to listen to the things the ladies say about us when they think they are alone.

I had to discover and teach myself all kinds of tricks to get people to respond to the inside of me, and not the outside.

If only one didn't know that at the secret heart of all such organizations, corporations and governments alike, it still came down to a finite number of fallible people talking to each other . . . ?