Quotes About Communication

You should have spoken up sooner." her grandmother answered. "No need to bear pain unless you have to.

In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.

The relationship with a live audience seems to me to count for more.

I've known for a long time it's useless to try to share what you don't understand yourself.

Learn a new language and get a new soul.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

What is not pronounced tends to nonexistence.

Paradigm He was aware of his task and people were waiting for his words but he was forbidden to speak. Now where he lives he is free to speak but nobody listens and, moreover, he forgot what he had to say.

No one is exempt from talking nonsense the mistake is to do it solemnly.

Neither of us knew that the other liked this sort of thing." "People don't talk about it. That's why. You can know people for years and yet not know in the very least what they think about religion.

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

Her hearing was keener than his, and she heard silences he was unaware of.

I find that most channeled discourses possess the spiritual and philosophical sophistication of a Dick-and-Jane book.

Where TV lets you down, I'm discovering, is by not convincing you how things really work in the world. Like, do buses stop anywhere along the road, to pick up any kind of asshole, or do you have to be at a regular bus stop?

Books are people,'' smiled Miss Marks. ''In every book worth reading, the author is there to meet you, to establish contact with you. He takes you into his confidence and reveals his thoughts to you.

It is curious but true that those who make a habit of saying unkind things are often the most easily hurt and offended when their victims retaliate.

The storyteller has always been a valuable member of society. Even in prehistoric times when men hunted wild beasts and lived in caves they sat around the campfire at night and listened to stories. Your profession is one of the oldest in the world and one of the most useful... And we need stories more than ever now. We need stories to entertain us, to help us to forget our troubles, to fill our lives with colour.

Mr. Weir knew at once that I was really interested and came half-way to meet me. When people go half-way to meet each other something happens—something important." "Yes—but what is it?" I ask with interest. "You give a bit of yourself and receive a bit of the other fellow, and you're both richer.

She had begun to realise that these people used the English language in a way of their own. They did not ask a question in a straightforward manner but merely made an observation with a questioning inflection in their voices; they never answered a question with a plain yes or no but preferred to answer it with another question.

Somehow talking to him had made me feel better. He was sane and sensible—the first sane, sensible person I had spoken to for hours. As I walked back to the car I had an absurd feeling that I could be friends with that waiter. I wondered what his name was and where he lived … it was foolish, of course; I knew nothing about him, nothing except that he was sensible and kind.

What Morland wanted was a wife exactly like his mother; a wife who would say 'Yes, dear.' Julia had often smiled to herself when she heard Mrs. Beverley say 'Yes, dear' and had despised her just a little for having no mind of her own . . . but perhaps poor Mrs. Beverley had become a 'Yes, dear' sort of wife because it was the only way to live comfortably with a 'Do this' sort of husband!

It's double Dutch," declared the man in the check cap. " That's what it is." " Sounds like Danish to me," said the man in evening dress. " He looks like a Dane, too." " He's a Scot," I said, laughing. " So am I. He's offering me a lift home to Scotland, and I'd give my ears to take him at his word.

interested in Barbara, whom, after eighteen months of daily contact, he was just beginning to know. The strangest thing about Barbara, Arthur reflected, the strangest thing about this strange woman who was now his lawful wedded wife, was that although she understood practically nothing, she yet understood everything.

Perhaps your father wouldn't like it?" suggested Patty doubtfully. "Uncle James didn't like it much. I mean Hugo had to be very tactful about it. He couldn't really get on with his plans until Uncle James died. He died quite suddenly." (Arsenic, thought Will—but he still remained silent.)