Quotes About Communication

He has not got 'flu,' said Hercule Poirot. 'He has only a nasty cold. Everyone always thinks they have 'flu. It sounds more important. One gets more sympathy. The trouble with a catarrhal cold is that it is hard to glean the proper amount of sympathetic consideration from one's friends.

One can't do anything without a man. Men know so much, and are able to get information in so many ways that are simply impossible to women.

Never worry about what you say to a man. They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it's unflattering." -Caroline to Ursual.

You must be more careful Mademoiselle. He is out of date you comprehend. He just returned from those great clear open spaces, etc., and he has yet to learn the language of nowadays.

It has been my experience," said Mr. Treves, "that women possess little or no pride where love affairs are concerned. Pride is a quality often on -their lips, but not apparent in their actions.

It is always easier, Madame, to tell a thing to someone who already has a very good idea of what it is.

Emily laughed. Bending over she kissed the old lady. 'Don't pretend to be an idiot,' she said. 'You know perfectly well which it is.

In a minute, dear,' said Miss Marple. 'I'm afraid I have counted wrong. Two purl, three plain, slip one, two purl—yes, that's right. What did you say, dear?' 'What is your opinion?' 'You wouldn't like my opinion, dear. Young people never do, I notice. It is better to say nothing.

manner. He was very apologetic. So early

Poirot had the capacity to attract confidences. It was as though when people were talking to him they hardly realised who it was they were talking to.

For some reason, Poirot had always been a person it was easy to talk to.

One had to humour him a little, of course. But then I always find one has to do that with men.

I had little to do save nod my head and look intelligent—and that last is perhaps over optimistic.

He listened for a minute or two and then I saw his face change. His own side of the conversation was short and disjointed.

Her conversation, I soon found, was couched in the telegraphic style.

What is it? You are not attending to what I say." "It is true, my friend. I am much worried." "Why?" "Because Mademoiselle Cynthia does not take sugar in her coffee.

A man tells to his mistress what he does not always tell to his wife.

asked Father, speaking in an easy and confidential way.

In novels, I have noticed, anonymous letters of a foul and disgusting character are never shown, if possible, to women. It is implied that women must at all cost be shielded from the shock it might give their delicate nervous systems. I am sorry to say it never occurred to me not to show the letter to Joanna. I handed it to her at once.

He said at last, when Miss Gilchrist had twittered into silence:

Miss Lyall, whose principal interests in life were the observation of people round her and the sound of her own voice, continued to talk.

Every man has his own way of courting the female sex. I should not, myself, choose to do it with photographs of spleens, diseased or otherwise.

Fire in her eyes, ice in her voice. I did not wonder that the blood rose to John's face in a crimson tide.

What you've been saying. It's just words. It doesn't mean anything.