Quotes About Communication

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

Thou canst not speak of thou dost not feel.

Non v'è arte buona a leggere nel volto i disegni della mente.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness, And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak. 'Tis charity to show.

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Ah, kill me with your weapon, not with words.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind? ORLANDO: I would kiss before I spoke.

it is not enough to speak, but to speak true

A feast of languages

Action is eloquence.

Mieux vaut mourir incompris que passer sa vie à s'expliquer.

Hear the meaning within the word.

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. (2.2.17-19)

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You that; we this way.

I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking.

Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.

One doth not know / How much an ill word may empoison liking.

Love, and be silent.

Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? MERCUTIO: The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?