Quotes About Communication

I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

that's it -- hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become? a reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. it was more than that. i know it was more than that.

fraught, adj. Does every "I love you" deserve an "I love you too"? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover? If the answer to any of these is "No," what do we do?

There was something about our silence that made me comfortable. He wasn't talking to me, but I didn't feel ignored. I felt we were part of the same moment, and it didn't need to be defined.

yesterday, n. You called to ask me when I was coming home, and when I reminded you that I wasn't coming home, you sounded so dissapointed that I decided to come home.

People often say that when couples are married for a long time, they start to look alike. I don't believe that. But I do believe their sentences start to look alike.

i have never had anybody talk to me like this. this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note. i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it.

moms aren't the best audience for medication humor.

SEE THIS SCREAM-IT'S FOR YOU, SEE THIS HURT-IT'S BY YOU, SEE THIS MARK-IT'S FROM YOU

I love you," she says. "I love you," I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don't deserve it at her expense.

I see Nick's number. I debate whether to assign a name to his number. If I commit to that, then I will truly be heartbroken if he never calls me again; my heart will knot each and every time I use this phone and see his name in there. I would probably end up having to trash the phone entirely.

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.

The running commentary, the loving support, the jokes and the observations and the random thoughts that are made a little less random when they're shared. The desire to be heard is as deeply seeded as the desire to be loved.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know? And I'd say I'll catch you, and you would say, It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

I am worried we've run out of words, and am hoping she is just saving them for later.

instead i head to the computer and it's like i turn into a little girl who's just seen her first rainbow. i get all giddy and nervous and hopeful and despairing and i tell myself not to look obsessively at my buddy list, but it might as well be projected onto the insides of my eyelids. at 8:05 his name pops up, and i start to count. i only get to twelve before his IM pops up.

Jesus died for our sins, Noah says solemnly. What?!? I reply, choking back my thoughts. I was just seeing if you were listening.

We often believe the truest measure of a relationship is the ability to lay ourselves bare. But there's something to be said for parading your plumage as well, finding truth as much in the silly as the severe.

No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough

Sometimes I wish we could open ourselves up to each other as much as we do to the sky. To the smallness and the enomity.

why is it upset? shouldn't it be downset?