Quotes About Communication

The ultimate sin of any performer is contempt for the audience.

Nothing circulates so rapidly as a secret.

Silence is love's own peculiar eloquence of bliss.

The first love-letter is an epoch in love's happy season — it makes assurance doubly sure — that which has hitherto, perhaps, only found utterance in sweet and hurried words, now seems to take a more tangible existence. A love-letter is a proof of how dearly, even in absence, you are remembered.

I wish the iPhone people would design one that's black and has two pieces, and it plugs into the wall and you can pick one piece up and talk into it. I tell you, the whole time I had one of those old-fashioned plug-in phones, not once did I misplace it.

Did you get the new iPhone yet? The iPhone that I have is outdated. It has two pieces and a hand crank.

George W. Bush has a new campaign slogan: "A reformer with results." I don't know what it means [but] I think it's better than his old campaign slogan: "A dumb guy with connections."

You ask yourself, "What would Jesus tweet?"

Now all of us can talk to the NSA -- just by dialing any number.

When crew and captain understand each other to the core, It takes a gale and more than a gale to put their ship ashore; For the one will do what the other commands, although they are chilled to the bone; And both together can live through weather that neither could face alone. KIPLING

Genuinely social people never ceased to amaze him. Their brains seemed to generate an inexhaustible fund of things to say, naturally, with no effort, out of nothing at all.

Look, who's the talking bear here?" Quentin snapped. "Is it you? Are you the talking fucking bear? All right. So shut the fuck up.

You said the words, and they altered the universe. By merely speaking you could create damage and pain, cause tears to fall, drive people away, make yourself feel better, make your life worse.

Honk!" he yelled. "Honk honk honk honk honk honk honk!" His classmates agreed.

Quentin's conversations with his parents were so circular and self-defeating, they sounded like experimental theater.

Sorry", Elliot said. "But you were kissing everybody else.

Blue screen of death: she'd crashed his system. Oh, well. Boys were so unstable that way, full of buggy, self-contradictory code, pathetically unoptimized.

Afterward she took the tree aside and conferred with it privately.

She just assumed that everybody shared her desire for everybody to be clear on everything, and she'd expect you to do the same for her.

And totaly ordinary speaking horses.

You don't learn about yourself by being alone, you learn about yourself from other people.

Dauntless was a talking horse. She just didn't talk much.

Jesus you're hurting my man-boobs.

He was either going to hit somebody or start a blog.