Quotes About Communication

she and the girls read secret signs of misery in cloud formations, that despite the discrepancy in their ages something timeless communicated itself between them

Thinking back, we decided the girls had been trying to talk to us all along, to elicit our help, but we had been to infatuated to see it.

our fellow Negro citizens could be summed up in something Tessie said after watching Sidney Poitier's performance in To Sir with Love, which opened a month before the riots. She said, "You see, they can speak perfectly normal if they want.

The first commandment of getting and keeping customers is to treat each customer as you would treat yourself.

There was no established way for a man to tell his wife he was going to the moon. A man could tell his wife he was going to sea or going to war; men had been doing that for millennia. But the moon? It was a whole new conversation.

As far as the people in NASA's public affairs office were concerned, there was entirely too much conversation about balls and urine going on between the Apollo 8 astronauts and Mission Control.

He then farmed the problem out to Joe Laitin, a former wire service reporter who had later become a public affairs officer for President Kennedy and currently worked for President Johnson.

As the long minutes of radio silence began, the three astronauts were disconnected from the rest of humanity in a way that no one ever had been before.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting for you to uncross your boundaries. I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

73% of companies have decided that lying to their employees about their potential to advance is the right choice.

I am reminded that while New Yorkers say standing on line, the rest of the English-speaking world says standing in line.

When did the cell phone become a license to be rude? And why must I be subjected to your personal conversations?

Today, we're a beeper generation in a smartphone world.

Or how about when a person publishes something along the lines of, "This has been the worst day EVAH," but then gets all closed-lipped about why it's been so bad. This is attention-seeking at its worst.

Shout long enough in capital letters and, eventually, people start to tune you out.

My father lied, and when pressed about this fib years later, his answer was "Jennifer, I don't negotiate with ten-year-olds." Respect.

The internet is just one big venue for anyone to say anything to anybody—without personal consequences.

Recently, Howard Schultz, former CEO of Starbucks, came out against the term "billionaire," instead preferring to be called "a person of means," as though he's now ashamed of what he's built.

In marriage, and, truly, in life, someone must have the last word. Think about it; how often is the last word the hill on which we'll die? We've all had times in our lives when the conflict's finally been resolved and everyone's about to retreat to a neutral corner and then someone can't help themselves, saying one more thing, and then, bam! World War III. The last word sets the stage for whatever comes next.

Has no one suggested we lock Congress in the employee breakroom and not let them out until they can be nice and find a way to work with each other?

Dear friends are throwing away their long-standing, deeply satisfying relationships in the current political climate, tired of seeing opposing posts, each too swept up in the movement to remember that there's someone they love on the other side.

yesterday in the airport I spent ten minutes expounding on the virtues of Bethenny Frankel from the New York season of the Real Housewives until I realized the person next to me had been talking about a book by Viktor Frankl.

A handwritten letter is a treat for me now—quaint!—and you couldn't pay me to pick up your phone call. God help you if you leave a voice mail.