Quotes About Communication

He should know no one intimately, least of all a woman.

Because I say so little you think I don't feel. I care a lot.

I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.

It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.

Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.

Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we're still no nearer to understanding one another.

Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.

It is easy to sympathize at a distance,' said an old gentleman with a beard. 'I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.

Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.

Discussion keeps a house alive. It cannot stand by bricks and mortar alone.

He has the merit—if it is one—of saying exactly what he means.

But books meant so much for him he forgot that they were a bewilderment to others.

But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision.

and someone he scarcely knew moved towards him and knelt beside him and whispered, 'Sir, was you calling out for me? ... Sir, I know ... I know,' and touched him.

I since cricket match do long to talk with one of my arms around you, then place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter to me than words can say.

It never bored them to hear words, words; they breathed them with the cool night air.

Most quarrels are inevitable at the time; incredible afterward.

I want to see you not through the machine,' said Kuno. 'I want to speak to you not through the wearisome machine.

There were letters for her at the bureau-one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only mother's letters could be. She had read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlour-maid, who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade...

They had nothing in common but the English language, and tried by its help to express what neither of them understood.

Italian in the mouth of Italians is a deep-voiced stream, with unexpected cataracts and boulders to preserve it from monotony. In Mr. Eager's mouth it resembled nothing so much as an acid whistling fountain which played ever higher and higher, and quicker and quicker, and more and more shrilly, till abruptly it was turned off with a click.

Disdaining the heroic outfit, excitable in her methods, garrulous, episodical, shrill, she misled her lover much as she misled her aunt. He mistook her fertility for weakness. He supposed her "as clever as they make 'em," but no more, not realizing that she was penetrating to the depths of his soul, and approving of what she found there.

How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?

So does my grocer stigmatize me when I complain of the quality of his sultanas, and he answers in one breath that they are the best sultanas, and how can I expect the best sultanas at that price?