Quotes About Communication

Can officially confirm that the way to a man's heart these days is not through beauty, food, sex, or alluringness of character, but merely the ability to seem not very interested in him.

Don't say 'what,' say 'pardon,' darling, and do as your mother tells you.

Come on, let's get you a drink. How's your love life, anyway? Oh God. Why can't married people understand that this is no longer a polite question to ask? We wouldn't rush up to them and roar, "How's your marriage going? Still have sex?

Men don't need linguistic talent; they just need courage and words.

where you swallowed a terrible silence.

sometimes, we touch each other. No one else gets that close to me. He behaves

pact of silence".

Never fail to know that if you are doing all the talking, you are boring somebody.

I know one fortunate little boy whose parents told him the facts of life so satisfactorily, he said in the next breath, "Now tell me how they make peanut butter."),

When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.

One has to grow up with good talk in order to form the habit of it.

The author is at one end of the experience of writing and the reader is at the other, and the book is the contract between you.

For maybe this is how poetry can be of use. Though it can't move with us, we can move it between us, pass it among us, so it is held up by our voices, so it moves with our breath, our living breath.

I like the candor of dogs. They're always honest about what they're feeling.

You can't undo actions with words.

With her right index finger she slowly spells words on Grace's skin. Don't let me go crazy. The moon is pale and vast. The stars so sharp they almost hurt.

It's better to have no secrets. Lies are always harder to manage than the truth.

I know for me the subject of how to be in a relationship is precious and complicated and challenging.

The mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that "w-a-t-e-r" meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, joy, set it free!

Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.

Life challenges each of us to find those who will help us break our silence, find our voice, and speak our truth.

If we don't tell our stories to each other, we lose the opportunity to find what binds us together, as human beings and spiritual beings.

Since I'm inarticulate, I express myself with images.

I roll a magazine into a tube and peer at her through it as if it were a telescope...She pushes her beak into it as far as it will go, biting the empty air inside. Putting my mouth to my side of my paper telescope I boom into it: 'Hello, Mabel.' She pulls her beak free. All the feathers on her forehead are raised. She shakes her tail rapidly from side to side and shivers with happiness.