Quotes About Communication

Intentar escribir sobre el amor es, en última instancia, lo mismo que intentar que un diccionario represente la vida. No importa cuántas palabras contenga, nunca serán suficientes.

The sound of words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speakers hears some of the sound from the inside.

x, n. Doesn't it strike you as strange that we have a letter in the alphabet that nobody uses? It represents one-twenty-sixth of the possibility of our language, and we let it languish. If you and I really, truly wanted to change the world, we'd invent more words that started with x.

The only birdcall I know is the Road Runner's BEEP BEEP.)

I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say.

But once upon a time - that would be our time - a telephone cord seemed like nothing less than a lifeline. It was your attachment to the outside world and, even more than that, your attachment to the people you loved, or wanted to love, or tried to love. Everything about it was fitting - the way it curled in on itself, the way it got so easily tangled, the way you could pull it only so far before it kept you in place. Twisted and knotted and essential.

Is saying 'I love you' really what defines a relationship? It's the actions, not the words.

Silence only harms when there are things that aren't being said, or when there's the fear that the well is empty and there's nothing left to say.

The sound of words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside.

I'll go get the horse and buggy, you'll say. And I'll say, But I thought we were taking the hovercraft?

If you think about it hard enough, if you trace potential reverberations long enough, every step can be a false step, any move can lead to an unintended consequence. Who am I ignoring that I shouldn't be ignoring? What am I not saying that I should be saying? What won't I notice that she would absolutely notice? While I'm out in the public hallways, what private languages am I not hearing?

If she'd been bleeding in the street, you would've run to get help. It's the same thing! Typical, I could hear you saying back. The whole point is that I wasn't bleeding in the street . I wasn't dying of cancer. You couldn't take an X-ray and see what was wrngsithme. You couldn't make such an easy diagnosis. You had to guess. And everybody guessed wrong. But the things is, I hadn't even made the guess. I trusted that you knew what you were doing. You were very convincing. And I destroyed you.

they're all so boring and they're all trying to make up for it by talking louder.

The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.

Craig can't bear it. He opens his eyes, looks over to Tariq, who has tears in his own eyes. He mimes writing. Tariq scrambles for a marker and some paper. He runs over to Craig. All the things Craig has to say boil down to the essential... I'M GAY, MOM. I'M GAY. Craig rotates his and Harry's bodies so he's facing his mother. Then he holds up his shaky sign. He sees her eyes as she understands it.

The reason I couldn't talk to you was because I felt so bad for not talking to you.

We are writing ourselves, writing each other. I am words, and there you are to read them.

Rayanne: I think part of him is partly interested in you. Definitely. I mean, he's got other things on his mind. Angela: But that's the part that's so unfair. I have nothing else on my mind. How comes I have to be the one sitting around analyzing him in like microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind. Rickie: That is deep.

So I do what I always vowed not to do, and always found myself doing anyway. I throw "I miss you" into the breach. It even feels empty to me. Like I'm not saying it to the right person.

Even now, you refused to be pixelated, forgotten, silenced, erased. Not that I wanted to erase you. The opposite. I wanted the opposite.

It's that guy again, you'd say. Then: He's cute, you know. No, I don't know. And you don't need to tell me.

There are so many words in our language; we get to know so few of them.

arduous, adj. Sometimes during sex, I wish there was a button on the small of your back that I could press and cause you to be done with it already.

Is that okay?" he asks, backing down a little. "How about Tuesday?" I say. "Wednesday." His seriousness is cracking. "Tuesday and a half." "Tuesday and three-quarters.