Quotes About Communication

En Mateo 12:36, Jesús dijo: «Mas yo os digo que de toda palabra ociosa que hablen los hombres, de ella darán cuenta en el día del juicio».

that out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks (see Matt. 12:34 KJV).

He quickly asked God to cleanse his lips, and only after that was done did God release him to go and prophesy His message to others

Good words are worth much, and cost little. —George Herbert

Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid. [Vishous to Butch] Stupider, you mean. Semantics are for shit.

When I want you to beg, I'll tell you

Your friends, and your associates, and the people around you, and the environment that you live in, and the speakers around you - the speakers around you - and the communicators around you, are the poetry makers. If your mother tells you stories, she is a poetry maker. If your father says stories, he is a poetry maker. If your grandma tells you stories, she is a poetry maker. And that's who forms our poetics.

they talked of intentions and projects, convinced, as only new lovers can be, that saying what you wanted was the same as saying who you are.

Lo importante en nuestra sociedad no es lo que pasa, sino quién cuenta lo que pasa.

Uno platica aquí y las palabras se calientan en la boca con el calor de afuera, y se le resecan a uno en la lengua hasta que acaban con el resuello.

No me oyes? --pregunté en voz baja. Y su voz me respondió: --Dónde estás? --Estoy aquí, en tu pueblo. Junto a tu gente. No me ves? --No, hijo, no te veo. Su voz parecía abarcarlo todo. Se perdía más de la tierra. --No te veo.

Me di cuenta que su voz estaba hecha de hebras humanas

Me di cuenta que su voz estaba hecha de hebras humanas, que su boca tenía dientes y una lengua que se trababa y destrababa al hablar, y que sus ojos eran como todos los ojos de la gente que vive sobre la tierra.

Tendré que oírlo, hasta que se le muera su voz.

With Dan you have to listen to his underneath, you know? Not so much what he says.

Did you know Nellie could fly a plane? Amy shook her head. I guess it never came up. Lots of things don't come up with Nellie. Until they do.

Well, let's elect you Minister of Withholding Information, then

Why the hell didn't we just stay friends? That felt reasonably good. We had fun. I could tell him anything. Of course, he never told me very much about himself, but it didn't matter as much then. Now look at us. Throw some sex into the mix and it's like putting too much yeast in bread. It's all very fizzy and light and wonderful, but then is rises too high and can't support it's own weight and the whole thing falls flat.

After he died, people would always say to me, At least you have Wyn. She touches my arm. But I didn't. There wasn't much left of you. And what there was, you weren't willing to share with me.

Self-revelation without analysis or understanding becomes merely an embarrassment to both reader and writer.

Learning the rules that govern intelligible speech is an inculcation into normalized language, where the price of not conforming is the loss of intelligibility itself.

We do things with language, produce effects with language, and we do things to language, but language is also the thing that we do. Language is a name for our doing: both "what" we do (the name for the action that we characteristically perform) and that which we effect, the act and its consequences.

I'm not difficult, I'm decisive. If a woman puts you on hold, she's considered a bitch.

Poetry is not business as usual.