Quotes About Communication

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving; 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

An event has happened, upon which it is difficult to speak, and impossible to be silent.

I have never yet seen any plan which has not been mended by the observations of those who were much inferior in understanding to the person who took the lead in the business.

Never apologise for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologise for the truth.

He was a small, stringy man of about fifty, with immense horn-rimmed spectacles, a long, sharp nose, and an unusual capacity for garrulous incoherence.

What's more, I don't believe any policeman uses words like "antonym". I don't believe you're a policeman at all.

wife punctured this feeble artifice without effort, and carried him off incontinently to whatever of marital purgatory she had hoarded up for him

The Misses Bale don't like it a bit, but I say to them, "Titty," I say -or as it may be, "Tatty" – their names are Titania and Tatiana -that awful mother of theirs –

The woods shall to me answer, and my Echo ring.

He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.

The most important things in our intimate lives can't be discussed with strangers, except in books.

If a writer has the desire to communicate by writing and be heard, then he necessarily cares about seeing it in print. I suppose it's the difference between masturbation and making love—the real writer wants to touch another person.

Everybody seems normal, till you get to know them.

reporters bumping into

When I was young, journalism was all about the five double-yews: Where, When, Why, What, and Who. Today it's about the gees: Garbage and Gossip.

Even their voices go up at the end of a declarative sentence

Of thy word unspoken thou art master; thy spoken word is master of thee.

Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.

The words ran away with me.