Quotes About Communication

The art of reading is to know and understand the things which go unsaid.

The art of reading is to know and understand the things which go unsaid. There is as much to be learned from the spaces between, the empty lines, as there is from the words on the page. I

The thing we are trying to say is in the language of leaves.

I think getting information you didn't ask is one of the basic features of dating apps.

I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangover… what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead.

Oh, is that what's in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me?

I'm going to go," he said. "All right." He didn't move. Then: "I don't want to." "Do it anyway." He chuckled. "You're a hard woman, Faith Devlin." "Hardy." "I didn't know him. He isn't real to me. Did you love him?" "Yes." But not the way I love you. Never like that.

don't ever let anger do your talking for you!

Let me get this straight," Eli said, as if trying to be calm even though I could tell he was upset. "Instead of returning to your own body, you swapped with my sister?" "Yes." "So while I was waiting for you to wake up, holding your hand and saying...well, things I would never say to my sister...it was her and not you?" "Um...yeah.

Everyone oohed and wanted details, but I kept it PG 13, not that there were any R moments. Josh wasn't that kind of guy. In fact, he had such a high code of ethics, I found myself watching what I said around him. There were things he didn't need to know.

Stay alive so you can tell.

Perhaps the greatest lesson she'd learned was that the quality of one's relationships had less to do with time spent together than with the manner in which it was spent.

Je me souviendrai qu'elle m'a écrit par sms, vers la fin : J'ai travaillé. J'ai traduit ce qui meurt en ce qui dure. (Préface de Mathieu Terence, p. 8)

The definition of a spiritual person is someone who makes 30–50 mistakes each day and talks to the Creator after each one to see what to do next time.

I think that if we can find the words, and if we can find someone to tell them to, then perhaps we can see things differently. But I had no words, and I had nobody. - 153

You can make yourself believe that someone can look into your eyes and read your mind. You can wish for it, or dread it. There is no cause for either. As long as you carry your words inside, they are safe. You are the sole keeper. But sometimes that is a terrible curse, Adam. Those unformed words take on an enormous weight. Sometimes the burden of them becomes more than you can carry. For me it did. I simply had to share it. And Angela came to me. (238)

I have never talked to anyone about that night. Ever...' she said. 'And now when I listen to my own words, I realise that they tell a different story from the one I have carried all these years.' The old woman closed her eyes. 'I think that if we can find the words, and if we can find someone to tell them to, then perhaps we can see things differently. But I had no words, and I had nobody.

The thing you have to be prepared for is that other people don't always dream your dream.

The word may be mightier than the sword, but except for the s they are pretty much the same. Both are used to kill--and to save.

I am happy to meet you, Nya," he said. "My name is Salva.

Sometimes the other guys teased [Patrick] about having a girl friend, but it didn't seem to bother him. It didn't bother me, either. If those guys couldn't tell the difference between a friend and a girlfriend—well, that made them too dense to be worth worrying about.

Ish ish AY!" It was not easy to speak clearly through a gargantuan mouthful of cheeseburger. Dan was trying to say "This is GREAT!" but the words came out filtered through ground sirloin and two slices of cheese.

If sisters were free to express how they really feel, parents would hear this: "Give me all the attention and all the toys and send Rebecca to live with Grandma."

Learning about our horses is learning about ourselves.