Quotes About Communication

Sometimes there was a simultaneous quiet upstairs and down, like a blanket of snow, as if at that moment no one anywhere in the galaxy knew what to say.

Learn that you have a way of knowing each other which somehow slips out and beyond the ways you have of not knowing each other at all.

No, we're not getting married," I told my mother on the phone when she asked. "He's going to California and I'm staying here." Usually she doesn't phone. Usually she just does things like send me notes with histrionic scrawlings that read, "Well, you know, I can't use these," and along with the notes she encloses coupons for Kotex or Midol.

it seemed one could just say are you serious? for the rest of existence and it would never be unjustified and would always have to be answered and so would keep the conversation going

It's not that men fear intimacy,' I said to Eleanor. 'It's that they're hypochondriacs of intimacy: They always think they have it when they don't. Gerard thinks we're very close but half the time he's talking to me like he met me forty-five minutes ago, telling me things about himself I've known for years, and asking me questions about myself that he should know the answers to already. Last night he asked me what my middle name was. God, I can't talk about it.

Quilty grimaces. "I don't like what comes after 'dicker.' " "What is that?" Quilty sighs. "Dickest. I mean, really: it's not a contest!

She gave him books of poetry: Wordsworth, Whitman, all the W's. When she'd ask him how he liked them, he would say, Fine. I'm on page… and then he would tell her what page he was on and how many pages he'd accomplished that day.

She knew that the world was not created to speak just to her, and yet, as with her son, sometimes things did.

The passive voice could always be used to obscure blame.

Even his I love you's, she said, were like tiny daggers, like little needles or safety pins. Beware of a man who says he loves you but is incapable of a passionate confession; of melting into a sob.

He will talk about what some other people said, and what he and some other people did, and when he never specifically mentions women it will be like the Soviet news agency which never publicizes anything containing the names of the towns where the new bombs are.

There was sex where you were looked in the eye and beautiful things were said to you, and then there was what Ira used to think of as yoo-hoo sex: where the other person seemed spirited away, not quite there, their pleasure mysterious and crazy and only accidentally involving you. "Yoo-hoo?" was what his grandmother always called before entering a house where she knew someone but not well enough to know whether they were actually home.

Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them.

I never learn anything talking. I only learn things when I ask questions.

The problem with having a sense of humor is often that people you use it on aren't in a very good mood.

never tell your problems to any1...20% donot care and 80% are glad to have them...

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger" (Prov. 15:1;

There's some folks, that, if they don't know, you can't tell 'em.

There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell them.

There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell 'em.

There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell em

Men don't always know what they need. That's why God made women.

For what purpose?" "So they don't devour the other speakers.

Messieurs," interjects the Baroness. "If you insist on communicating sotto voce, we might as well adjourn to my lodgings." A light pinking in her cheek as she ponders the implications. "In my younger days, I should have balked at bringing two gentlemen home. I'm now at the age when it might ectually enhance my reputation.