Quotes About Communication

It sometimes seemed so peculiar and wrong to her that you could be that intimate with someone, to go to sleep with him and wake up with him, to do really quite extraordinarily personal things together on a regular basis, and then, suddenly, you don't even know his telephone number, or where he's living or working, or what he did today or last week or last year.

everyone had too much self-protective pride to truly strip down to their souls in front of their long-term partners.

She could shrink her fears down into innocuous little status updates that drifted away on the news feeds of her friends.

Every marriage, every family, has its mysteries.

How in the world had Bonnie managed to get Madeline's ex-husband out of bed at that time of morning to go to work in a homeless shelter? Nathan wouldn't get up before eight a.m. in the ten years they'd been together. Bonnie must give him organic blow jobs. "Abigail

Women always reveal their deepest secrets to each other.

One must placate large strange men in the middle of nowhere.

She'd learned that with her daughters. Don't say a word. Don't ask a question. Give them enough time and they'll finally tell you what's on their minds. It was like fishing. It took silence and patience. (Or so she'd heard. Cecilia would rather hammer nails into her forehead than go fishing.) Silence didn't come naturally to her. Cecilia was a talker.

the innate awkwardness of all long-distance phone calls. They were unnatural. You were on opposite sides of the world, at opposite ends of the day, so you couldn't quite synchronize your voices: one person too upbeat, the other too mellow.

Clementine winced. "I'm sorry, yes, I know, I've been meaning to give you a call, it's just…" "It's just that you don't really want to have any contact with us because you don't want to think about that day and because you didn't really know us that well in the first place," said Tiffany. She was sick of the bullshit. "I get it. I do get it." Clementine flinched.

Every conversation with her mother was fraught with danger. It was as if they were former players from competing teams who shared a long and violent history.

Why were cabdrivers so insistent on educating their passengers?

Marriage to Perry meant she was always ready to justify her actions, constantly monitoring what she'd just said or done, while simultaneously feeling defensive about the defensiveness, her thoughts and feelings twisting into impenetrable knots, so that sometimes, like right now, sitting in a room with normal people, all the things she couldn't say rose in her throat and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

It starts out small. You put up with little things in a relationship and then … the little things gradually get bigger.

Ruby is the littler one, right?" said Erika's mother in her regular voice. "How old is she? Two?" "Yes," said Clementine. "What happened? Nobody saw her fall in? Where was her mother? What was Clementine doing?

It was irresistible, like they were being tickled themselves. Their eyes met across the table, and at that instant, Rachel's laughter turned into a sob.

Conversations with women about work could be so fraught.

It seemed like everything he was feeling was right there in his eyes—a hint of nerves, a touch of laughter. No

It was almost as though something interesting and unusual had happened to him and he'd forgotten to tell Cat about it until now.

le hubiera leído el pensamiento.

It is just too much effort to be funny and entertaining and loving. It is just too much effort to talk, really.

It was stupid to feel hurt that he had not told her he was going out, because this was the way they were living right now, but still her heart felt newly hurt, as tender and soft as bruised fruit.

If anyone uses the words 'marvelous imagery' or 'narrative arc,' slap them for me.

It was why marriages fell apart. It was why, if you valued your marriage, you kept a barricade around yourself and your feelings and your thoughts.