Quotes About Communication

A broadcast about wolves, with recordings of their howls. What a language! The most heartrending I know, and I shall never forget it. From now on, in moments of excessive solitude, I need merely recall those sounds to have the sense of belonging to a community.

Models of style: the swearword, the telegram, the epitaph.

The love bank starts over every day. You have to fill it up for each other like yesterday didn't matter. Like tomorrow might not come. You have to give everything you have and not leave a single thing until tomorrow.

When my cell phone rang, I'd just finished cutting up my marriage mattress.

That was true, at least. He cared about Felicity—he just didn't understand her.

rant to Yasmin as I thump out the text message to my boyfriend Stuart.

She knows he won't apologize for earlier. He never does. Instead, he'll moon around her, like he's the victim, until she's forced to say sorry or make it up to him in some way even though she's the wronged party

I press send on the text.

send the text without thinking. I'm distracted, stabbing away at the keys on my phone while sounding off to Yasmin as she drives down the rain-drenched streets. My fingers won't work fast enough. They feel unusually clumsy and

Fear pierces her heart. She hates it when Wesley gets mad. Not that he's ever hurt her. He'd never do that. He doesn't even shout at her, not really. It's more the resigned disappointment followed by the silent treatment that he stretches out like an elastic band, getting tauter and tauter until she can bear it no more

I know about the note and so do the police. I never want to see you again. It's over. Dumping by text. That's the most he deserves.

Hi babe. Andrew's being difficult about next weekend. I'm so angry! He said he's not sure he can let me have the time off to go to Edinburgh. What an arsehole. I SO hope he dies!

My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me.

You don't ever have to say anything,' he says. 'Always remember that as a thing you need never do. Many's the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing.

He has never understood the human compulsion for conversation: people, when they speak, say useless things that seldom if ever improve their lives. Their words make them sad. Why can't people stop talking and embrace each other?

That's the way it is in our house, everybody knowing things but pretending they don't.

Many's the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing.

So mancher Mann hat viel verloren, nur weil er eine perfekte Gelegenheit verpasst hat, nichts zu sagen.

There are tears there but she is too proud to blink and let one fall. If she blinked, he would take her hand and take her away from this place. This, at least, is what he tells himself. It's what she once wanted but two people hardly ever want the same thing at any given point in life. It is sometimes the hardest part of being human.

Many's the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing (page 64)

Thank you," she said. "That wasn't meant as a compliment," he said. "I was criticizing you." "That made the compliment all the more sincere," Lauren said. "You weren't trying to make one.

I just called you corny and said you were wearing a green dress. That's, like, the least flirtatious thing anyone's ever said." "I'm willing to believe it's the least flirtatious thing you've ever said." "Why are you so hard on me when I'm so nice to you?" "Why are you so nice to me when I'm so hard on you?

People can have nothing but good intentions and still sometimes make you want to kill them.

You know, if you're going to take me aside when I'm behaving badly, I may start behaving worse. Just to get some attention from you." His eyes briefly catch the light and glow gray-green for a moment. "Possibly even some admiration.