Quotes About Communication

I write poetry because I want to be alone and want to talk to people.

What prophecy actually is is not that you actually know that the bomb will fall in 1942. It's that you know and feel something that somebody knows and feels in a hundred years. And maybe articulate it in a hint—a concrete way that they can pick up on in a hundred years.

False emotions broadcast thru the Land

all Revolution and Consumption, Manufacture and Communication

The poetry is like a rhythmic articulation of feeling." —Allen Ginsberg

gran parte de nuestra conciencia está llena de lenguaje, como una especie de murmulleo detrás de la oreja, un continuo blablablá que en realidad nos impide respirar hacia lo más hondo y sentir con más sutileza y dulzura los sentimientos que realmente albergamos como personas, los unos por los otros, más que como máquinas parlantes.

A long mission was ahead of them, and no one wanted to get on anyone else's nerves with unnecessary chatter.

what is not voiced scarcely exists; silence would gradually erase everything, and the memory would fade.

light.  "I'll ring Malcolm's mum's croft and have him

The best musicians answer something in you when you don't even know the question.

Should I text him? What is the optimum amount of time to leave before texting him back? As if love were an algorithm. Will he hate me if we don't shag on the first date? Thirty years ago, the question was, Will he think I'm a slut if I have sex with him too soon? Honestly, I'm struggling to see this as progress. The pursuit of love is exhausting and most ridiculous.

Truth is, I didn't really tell him anything much anymore. Richard had gone off into the forest o his own journey to self-discovery, as people do at our age, but he forgot to drop a trail of crumbs for me to follow him. I had no clue where he was and I'd stopped trying to find out, mainly because he didn't seem to notice or care at I wasn't looking anymore. Too much of the time, I felt like a single parent.

My great-great-grandchildren will be born with prehensile texting thumbs, no vocal cords and zero capacity to read human facial expressions.

Seriously, Macey snapped. go. Kiss. A baby can you believe her? Preston asked, coking his head towards macey. everytime she sees me, all she does is call me baby and talk about kissing. Macey looked like she wanted to kill him. But I kind of wanted to laugh.

Can I see you outside for a second? Kat glared at Hale, then walked to the patio doors and out onto the veranda. As Hale closed the door behind him, Kat heard Angus say, Ooh, Mom and Dad are going to fight now.

La meilleure facon d'imposer une idée aux autres, c'est de leur faire croire qu'elle vient d'eux

Parler est une graine que l'on sème dans le champ des esprits; la graine devient un arbre, et dans l'arbre finissent par chanter tous les oiseaux du ciel.

Nos sonreímos el uno al otro, como si ambos supiéramos algo que ninguno de los dos tenía el valor de decir.

But in order to survive in this foreign world, I had to teach myself that love was very much like a painting. The negative space between people was just as important as the positive space we occupy.

As soon as two or more people are together there is inevitably conflict, even if they like and respect each other. In order to resolve those conflicts there needs to be good will on both sides, and a willingness to give and take.

It is no wiser to taunt a man with words than to poke a wildcat with a stick.

Resenting the obtuseness of others is not good ground for shooting oneself in the foot.

Just consider how terrible the day of your death will be. Others will go on speaking, and you will not be able to argue back.

Prolixity is not alien to us in India. We are able to talk at some length.