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Quotes About Communication

Rien ne rétrécit plus l'esprit, rien n'engendre plus de riens, de rapports, de paquets, de tracasseries, de mensonges, que d'être éternellement renfermés vis-à-vis les uns des autres dans une chambre, réduits pour tout ouvrage à la nécessité de babiller continuellement.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
We cannot teach children the danger of lying to men without feeling as men, the greater danger of lying to children.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
El verdadero objeto de mis confesiones es hacer comprender exactamente mi interior en todas las situaciones.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Wise men, if they try to speak their language to the common herd instead of its own, cannot possibly make themselves understood.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Cuando cada cual tiene su quehacer, nadie habla sino cuando tiene algo que decir; pero cuando no se hace nada, es forzoso estar hablando siempre; y he ahí la más incómoda y peligrosa de todas las sujeciones.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
No sabía emplear con ellos más que tres medios inútiles siempre y frecuentemente perniciosos con los niños: el sentimiento, los razonamientos y el enojo.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Nulle société ne peut exister sans échange, nul échange sans mesure commune, et nulle mesure commune sans égalité.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Ne veut-on pas au moins apprendre de l'objet qu'on aime si l'on est aimé ?
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
on ne connaît d'où est un homme qu'après qu'il a parlé.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
If you want to say something clever, you have only to talk long enough.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
I do not like verbal explanations. Young people pay little heed to them, nor do they remember them. Things! Things! I cannot repeat it too often. We lay too much stress upon words; we teachers babble, and our scholars follow our example.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
To write a love letter, you have to start, without knowing, what you want to say, and end, without knowing what you have said.
~ Jean-Jaques Rousseau
Nickie didn't like listening to him because his voice always sounded too smooth.
~ Jeanne DuPrau
Lina laughed. So did Doon. A look went between them, like a quick current of electricity
~ Jeanne DuPrau
You turned a crazy old guy into an enemy in less than two minutes. YOU did it. You've done it over and over, I've seen you: you approach people like an enemy and bam!, they turn into one, whether they were to begin with or now -Maddy
~ Jeanne DuPrau
When your mother and your father are having a fight, do you want them to kill each other? Or do you just want them to stop fighting?
~ Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston
Who do you want to win this war?' 'I am interested to know where you will be going when you leave.' 'Mr. Wakatsuki, if I have repeat each one of these questions we will be here forever. Who do you want...?' 'When your mother and your father are having a fight, do you want them to kill each other? Or do you just want them to stop fighting?
~ Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston
Horses were never wrong. They always did what they did for a reason, and it was up to you to figure it out.
~ Jeannette Walls
She was developing what Mom called a bit of a sarcastic streak.
~ Jeannette Walls
If you want to be treated like a mother," I said, "you should act like one.
~ Jeannette Walls
I'm none too big on giving advice,' Aunt Al said. 'Most times when folks ask for advice, they already know what they should do. They just want to hear it from someone else.
~ Jeannette Walls
At the same time, Dad was working on a book arguing the case for phonetic spelling. He called it 'A Ghoti out of Water.' Ghoti, he liked to point out, could be pronounced like fish. The gh had the f sound in enough, the o had the short i sound in women, and ti had the sh sound in nation.
~ Jeannette Walls
At the same time, Dad was working on a book arguing the case for phonetic spelling. He called it A Ghoti out of Water. "Ghoti," he liked to point out, could be pronounced like "fish." The "gh" had the "f" sound in "enough," the "o" had the short "i" sound in "women," and "ti" had the "sh" sound in "nation." Dad
~ Jeannette Walls
He groped me! And he's wanking off!' Mom cocked her head and looked concerned. 'Poor Stanley,' she said. 'He's so lonely.
~ Jeannette Walls