Quotes About Communication

They were beautiful shells, as white as the surf in the sea. When you held one up to your ear you could hear the sound of your best friend talking to you, even if she was a thousand miles away.

Don't worry. I'm not afraid of words.

When a person accepted a gift from someone, she was accepting the way the giver felt about her as well, any fool knew that.

Sometimes words spoken are the ones you've been afraid to think, but once they're said aloud there's no way to make them disappear.

Lydia went over and handed him a paper napkin. Conner stared at the napkin as if it were something delivered directly from the moon.

there was a distance between us. Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

He was so pale the freckles stood out on his face the way they did when he was upset or hadn't slept. She thought they might be telling her something if she could only understand the language of freckles.

Many of them began to wonder why they themselves often feigned opinions rather than speak their minds, no matter how clever they were, for fear they'd be thought of as difficult.

She had told me often enough to keep my mouth shut, and now I did exactly that. I abolished all language on the day of my father's funeral.

Honesty was like a stone, dropped and irretrievable once it was spoken aloud

Tell me you won't walk away again and I'll call the whole thing off.

They'll never meet him. They'll never know that its actually possible for a boy to be so boring you'd agree to kiss him just to get him to shut up. I should get paid to listen to him talk when he calls on the phone. I should get a dollar fifty a hour. Minimum.

Language was everything. Trust was for fools. Love came and went. Words could be stolen.

Here is the most difficult aspect of forgiveness: You have to ask in order to receive it.

Shouldn't he have waited?" "Not when you told him to go away. People believe you when you say things like that. You never told him you loved him, did you?

Maybe he understands that saying thank you can be just as hard as saying good-bye.

That just goes to show that you never can tell about a person by guessing," Frances informs her niece. "That's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.

Writers don't choose their craft; they need to write in order to face the world.

What he was doing was actually a hundred times worse. He was telling her that he loved her, something he hadn't mentioned and may not have even known when they were married. She used to whisper it to him sometimes, while he was fucking her, and he had to turn off his mind every time she did that. For some reason that declaration had seemed like a curse to him back then; he couldn't even hear it spoken aloud

She had the ability to know what people were thinking, and therefore understood that boys who were rude were usually fearful and that quiet girls often had a lot to say.

there was the sort of civility that was far worse than yelling and screaming. It was a cold curtain of mistrust. When people related by blood were so careful with each other, when they were so very polite, there was soon nothing left to say. Only niceties that meant so little they might as well have been spoken to a complete stranger. Pass the butter, open the door, see you after school, there's rain again

I thought perhaps it was more important to listen than to be heard.

Loneliness can drive even the most alienated person to attempt to make cotact with another soul, even when it's via a soullness medium.

Where did he take you?" she asked. She had wanted to ask this question for four years. It had taken that long for the words to come out. Some words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.