Quotes About Communication

Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French What is his name. Boy- Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele? French Soldier- Monsieur le Fer. Boy- He says his name is Master Fer. PISTOL- Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him: discuss the same in French unto him. Boy- I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.

Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

And tell them that I will not come today. "Cannot" is false, and that I dare not, falser. I will not come today. Tell them so

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

thither write, my queen, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send Though ink be made of gall.

You taught me language, and my profit on't Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity.

Such stuff as madmen tongue.

twould almost damn those ears; The author's meaning is this:—That some people are thought wise whilst they keep silence; who, when they open their mouths, are such stupid praters, that the hearers cannot help calling them fools, and so incur the judgment denounced in the Gospel.—THEOBALD.

Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breath What thou hast said to me.

Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love. Jessica: Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed. For who love I so much? And now who knows but you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lorenzo: Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

I want that glib and oily art to speak and purpose not, since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak.

What do you read, my lord? Words, words, words.

A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.

If we offend, it is with our good will.    That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show our simple skill,    That is the true beginning of our end.

Las palabras están llenas de falsedad o de arte; la mirada es el lenguaje del corazón.

Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.

O, she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her. 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.

better a little chiding than a great deal of heart-break.

L'amore, com'io penso, e la ingenuità d'una lingua impacciata, pur senza parlare, sanno significare molto.

Or to be naked with her friend in bed An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.