Quotes About Communication

She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped.

I have never liked the phone. Ten years ago, during a misguided fit of self-improvement, I pasted smiley-faced stickers on the phone in my bedroom and on the one in the kitchen. Then I typed out two labels and taped them to the handsets. "It's an opportunity, not an attack," they read.

She listened for the pain in my words, not to the narrative itself. She was intuiting what it meant to me, what was most important, what, in that confused mass of experience and yearning she heard in my voice, she could single out to give back.

Ruth, que quería que todos creyeran lo que ella sabía: que los muertos realmente nos hablan, que, en el aire que rodea a los vivos, los espíritus se mueven, se entremezclan y ríen con nosotros. Son el oxígeno que respiramos.

Len estaba a punto de decir algo; mi madre lo vio abrir los labios, y cerró los ojos y ordenó al mundo que callara, gritando las palabras dentro de su cabeza.

I wish I had known enough to do the same...tell her I loved her on that last day.

We're here, you know ... All the time. You can talk to us and think about us. It doesn't have to be sad or scary.

A letter is always better than a phone call. People write things in letters they would never say in person. They permit themselves to write down feelings and observations using emotional syntax far more intimate and powerful than speech will allow.

I guess I'm too selfish to travel well with other people, I told Anne later.

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to get attention we do, except walk?

Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored

Resist the temptation to think what afflicts you is peculiar to you. Have faith that what is in your consciousness can be communicated to the consciousness of all. And is, in many cases, already there.

And I don't believe you dead. How can you be dead if I still feel you? Maybe, like God, you changed into something different that I'll have to speak to in a different way, but you not dead to me Nettie. And never will you be.

I can't fix my mouth to say how I feel.

Too much respect for people who are not respectful to you is a sure sign of insecurity.

The years have come and gone without a single word from you. Only the sky above us do we hold in common. I look at it often as if, somehow, reflected from its immensities, I will one day find myself gazing into your eyes.

You think you can avoid [pain,] but you actually can't. If you do, you just get sicker, or you feel more pain. But if you can speak it, if you can write it, if you can paint it, it is very healing.

When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea — on which I cannot walk — and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.

Some people think politeness is an invitation to invade.

She saw poetry where other writers merely saw failure to cope with English.

As others might prepare for an exam whose subject matter is unknown to them, so I must study, cram, for every conversation with my folks.

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I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.