Quotes About Communication

Aside from a few odd words in Hebrew, I took it completely for granted that God had never spoken anything but the most dignified English.

The word is my fourth dimension.

To write you I first cover myself with perfume.

Never again shall I understand anything I say. Since how could I speak without the word lying for me? How could I speak except timidly like this: life just is for me. Life just is for me, and I don't understand what I'm saying. And so I adore it.

The difference between the insane and the not-insane person is that the latter doesn't do or say the things he thinks.

Dá-me a tua mão desconhecida, que a vida está me doendo, e não sei como falar – a realidade é delicada demais, só a realidade é delicada, minha irrealidade e minha imaginação são mais pesadas.

this is a feast of words.

If the twinkling of the stars pains me, if this distant communication is possible, it is because something almost like a star quivers within me.

This text that I give you is not to be seen close up: it gains its secret previously invisible roundness when seen from a high-flying plane. Then you can divine the play of islands and see the channels and seas. Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language. I'm not transmitting to you a story but just words that live from sound. I speak to you thus: "Lustful trunk.

I write in acrobatics and pirouettes in the air - I write because I so deeply want to speak.

Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language.

To write, therefore, is the way of someone who uses the word as bait; the word fishes for something that is not a word. When that non-word takes the bait, something has been written. Once the space between the lines has been fished, the word can be discarded with relief. But here the analogy ends: the non-word upon taking the bait , has assimilated it. Salvation, then, is to read 'absent-minded'.

às vezes não se tem o que escrever mesmo quando se tem o que falar.

Facts are words spoken by the world.

O senhor não compreende, disse ela de novo irritada, que eu não posso pedir? porque preciso de tanto que ninguém pode me dar?

Solamente otra persona que lo hubiera experimentado sabría lo que ella sentía, pues de casi todo lo que importa no se sabe hablar.

Elk ding is een woord

The heart must present itself alone to the Nothing and alone beat out in silence its palpitations in the shadows. You only sense your own heart in your ears. When it presents itself completely naked, it's not even communication, it's submission. For we were only made for the little silence, not for the silence of the stars.

A man told me that in the Talmud it says there are things that can be said to many people, others to few people, and others to no one. To which I would add: there are certain things I don't even want to tell myself.

I am alone in the world and I don't believe in anyone, everyone lies, sometimes even when making love, I don't think one being speaks to another, the truth only comes to me when I'm alone.

?injenice su zvu?ne, ali izme?u njih postoji šapat.

when art is good it is because it touched upon the inexpressive, the worst art is expressive, that art which trangresses the piece of iron and the piece of glass, and the smile, and the scream.

O que não sei dizer é mais importante do que o que digo. [...] Cada vez mais escrevo com menos palavras. Meu livro melhor acontecerá quando eu de todo não escrever. Eu tenho uma falta de assunto fundamental.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme beauty and intimate beauty is within it.