Quotes About Communication

I sit on the bed. I remember a golden bracelet, thin gold, an apple with a bite taken out of it for the clasp, and the words "I Love You," and I take it out from the box of treasures under the bed. I remember Mama said, "I mean it. Though we never say it in this family," as she put the bracelet around my wrist last Christmas. And I still believe her, what she said about love. We just never say it in this family.

Nurses serve their patients in the most important capacities. We know that they serve as our first lines of communication when something goes wrong or when we are concerned about health.

aloud she said why not you ray you were involed in this as much as the resst of uswhy is it that bud never tried to do anything to you ?his armed tighted around her.'he knew the worst thing for me was a world without you

A pause. It might have been pregnant. I've never been sure how to tell if a silence has conceived or not.

Apparently it takes, like, forty-seven muscles to frown. Flippin' the bird' s a hell of a lot easier.

If you don't like your teeth; keep your mouth shut.

You really don't know a person until you spend some time in their panties.

Friends are nice. You can tell' 'em stuff, but you can swear like a gangster at an enemy. And that's all right, too.

In 50 years it won't matter if he's handsome, ugly, or dumb as a post, just try to find someone who don't make you want to shove a pitchfork up his nose.

Trust is important to any relationship… and easier to come by if you get a picture of a guy's wife buck naked.

Sometimes what really damages us is not so much the controversy but the impression that we don't really understand others' objections.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?

He gave me no sign. I was never the sort to receive portents, or to delude myself that I had. Silence was always my portion, in return for my prayers.

You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.

I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name.

I wondered if we could ever truly understand each other, and if not, did it matter? Maybe that was where we had been going wrong all this time, always trying to understand, to make sense, to control, to fit Iran into our own frame of reference, instead of simply accepting?

If you love someone, you owe it to them to listen to what they have to say just as they owe it to you to do the same.

For the girl without words, there is laughter for what is light, gesture for want, and tears for all that is dark. There is not much more. Names are nothing but extravagance.

Okay. Sorry," she mumbles. I move to the edge of the bed and peer into her face, looking for a sign of anything I can reason with. Her pale blue eyes are smoky, vacant.

A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.

O how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man sits enshrined visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only, as God revealed himself to the prophet in the still small voice, and in a voice from the Burning Bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain invisible to man.

More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to me like the touch of musical-glasses--it is only contact; but the glasses themselves, and their contents, remain quite distinct and unmingled.

Some people talk to themselves, and some people write, and somehow society has decided that one gets committed and one gets a paycheck.