Quotes About Communication

Jamie likes to talk to people. He wants to know them and what they think. He believes that accurate information is essential for everyone: investors, employees, newspaper reporters.

Dimon was in his best Warren Buffett–inspired investor communication style: full, open disclosure, underscoring the risks involved, but also articulating the philosophy and reasons behind his decisions.

make sure information is shared broadly and problems are uncovered and thoroughly discussed.

From his office on the 48th floor, Dimon makes the rounds every day to committee members who are in New York, stopping by for conversations lasting three or four minutes. Those outside New York are apt to get a short phone call. Although Dimon uses electronic communication, his preferred mode is personal and when possible face-to-face. He doesn't waste time, but sees these micro-meetings as the most efficient way to following up on issues across the bank's six business units.

The love between a writer and a reader is never celebrated.

You can say anything, anything, if it is beautifully said.

The love between writer and a reader is never celebrated. It can never be proved to exist. But he was the man I loved most. He was the reader for whom I wrote. That's what my writing was. Messages in bottles.

All my life I've wanted to tell people I love them. Fear usually held me back, that they wouldn't care, or they wouldn't hear, or they would take too much from me once they knew.

And Honey, I just want you to know, even though I didn't see it coming, it makes absolutely no difference to your father or to me that you are a thespian.

here to talk to Greg

friend—as though she were betraying him. "I didn't realize

in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that's what I've had to make the best of.

How indifferent he was to Carol after all, Therese thought. She felt he didn't see her, as he sometimes hadn't seen figures in rock or cloud formations when she had tried to point them out to him.

An Italian woman came out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron. 'Mr Greenleaf?' Tom asked hopefully. The woman gave him a long, smiling answer in Italian and pointed downward toward the sea. 'Jew,' she seemed to keep saying. 'Jew.

How indifferent he was to Carol after, all, Therese thought. She felt he didn't see her, as he sometimes hadn't seen figures in rock or cloud formations when she had tried to point them out to him.

My mistake was in telling a stranger my private business.

Finally, Carol said in a tone of hopelessness, 'Darling, can I ask you to forgive me?' The tone hurt Therese more than the question. 'I love you, Carol.

If she ever had an impulse to tell Carol, the words dissolved before she began, in fear and in her usual mistrust of her own reactions, the anxiety that her reactions were like no one else's, and that therefore not even Carol could understand them.

Sintió que el sí quedaba absorbido por la oscuridad, no como las demás noches, en que el sí había sido mudo, sin ni siquiera salir de él mismo. El sí deshizo el nudo que tenía en la cabeza tan bruscamente que le hizo daño. Era lo que había estado esperando decir, lo que el silencio de la habitación y las bestias al otro lado de las paredes habían estado esperando oír.

Therese Belivet: I never asked for anything! Maybe that's the problem!

My mistake was in speaking to him. My mistake was in telling a stranger my private business.

I'm trying to move ahead, Cade, she whispered to the window. I didn't want to marry again. I didn't want another man taking away my choices. But it's happening all over again, and I don't like it. Can you understand that, Cade? Can you understand how I feel? His hands captured her shoulders and pulled her around. His face loomed over hers as he spoke. Give us time, Lily. We can make it work. Living without anyone else is an awful lonely business. He

Cade, this is foolish. I look like a beached whale. Allow me some decency. Instead, Cade flung the covers to the floor and straddled her legs, leaning over to rest his ear against her stomach. I think he speaks Apache, but I can't understand a word he says. Lily laughed softly and tried to push him away.

Whenever there's something wrong with your writing, suspect that there's something wrong with your thinking.