Quotes About Communication

for human beings, not to speak is to die -from The Word

With a kiss you'll know all I've kept quiet.

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink?

Quiero vivir en un mundo en el que los seres sean solamente humanos, sin darse en la cabeza con una regla, con una palabr, con una etiqueta... Quiero que la gran mayoría, la única mayoría, todos, puedan hablar, leer, escuchar, florecer. No entendí nunca la lucha sino para que ésta termine.

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.

T]here arises an insight, which the poet must learn through other people. There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

a los bárbaros se les caían de las botas, de las barbas, de los yelmos, de las herraduras, como piedrecitas, las palabras luminosas que se quedaron aquí resplandecientes... el idioma. Salimos perdiendo... Salimos ganando... Se llevaron el oro y nos dejaron el oro... Se lo llevaron todo y nos dejaron todo... Nos dejaron las palabras.

Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

Ognuno ha una favola dentro che non riesce a leggere da solo. Ha bisogno di qualcuno che con la meraviglia e l'incanto negli occhi, la legga e gliela racconti.

Para que tú me oigas mis palabras se adelgazan a veces como las huellas de las gaviotas en las playas.

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. –

Seviyorum susman?, yokluk gibisin çünkü, sesim sana varmadan iÅŸitiyorsun beni.

Seviyorum susman?, uzakl?klar gibisin. ?nler gibisin hem de, ku?uran kelebe?im. ??itiyorsun beni sesim sana varmadan: Senin sessizli?inle ben de susay?m derim.

gay quien lo lea

I'll send you a kiss with the wind And I know you'll hear it. You'll turn around without seeing me but I'll be there

Todo lo que usted quiera, sí señor, pero son las palabras las que cantan, las que suben y bajan... Me prosterno ante ellas... Las amo, las adhiero, las persigo, las muerdo, las derrito... Amo tanto las palabras... Las inesperadas... Las que glotonamente se esperan, se acechan, hasta que de pronto caen... Vocablos amados... Brillan como piedras de colores, saltan como platinados peces

My hand tells me what I'm thinking.

She'd spent years trying to explain herself to me (and I to her), but in the end, it had all been for nothing. I could recite her memories, but I could not feel them. She was another country, and I would never travel there.

When someone tells you, 'I don't need your idea,' you must not fling your drink in his or her face; instead, you must ask, 'Why?' It's the most difficult—and ego-bruising—part of the creative process.

Little birds are messengers, they carry secrets of the dead to the living..

transition from being just friends; to get to know each other in that way

There's no such thing as telling someone a secret: It stops being a secret the minute it's told.

It was like I had some special strain of Tourette's that made me say exactly the kind of things that would drive him away, even though my biggest fear was that he would leave. Because you know, they always left.