Quotes About Communication

She supposed that it it perhaps not fair to quarrel with someone on the basis of what you thought they were thinking

When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'—ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

But what I would ask of ye- when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. WE have nothing now between us, save- respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

You tell me exactly what happened, ye filthy wee pervert," Fraser whispered, his breath hot on Grey's face and smelling of ale. He shook Grey slightly. "Every word. Every motion. Everything." Grey got just enough breath to answer. "No," he said defiantly. "Go ahead and kill me.

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. And Sassenach, he whispered, Your face is my heart

I dinna mean to interruupt ye, Sassenach he whispered in my air. But would ye like a bit of help we that?

Will you bloody say something? I demanded at last, in a voice that shook oiliv a little. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He shook his head slowly from side to side. Jesus, he whispered at last.

Now, then. What does 'fucking' mean?

I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake. "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you.

Is that you, Geordie?" he asked, not turning around. He was dressed in shirt and breeches, and had a small tool of some kind in his hand, with which he was doing something to the innards of the press. "Took ye long enough. Did ye get the—" "It isn't Geordie," I said. My voice was higher than usual. "It's me," I said.

Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact

I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say—and what they don't.

Cómo andan? -preguntó, pretendiendo demostrar cierta despreocupación. -¿Quiénes? ¿Te refieres a Brianna y Roger?. -¿A qué otros, si no? -dijo, dejando a un lado sus pretensiones-. ¿Va todo bien entre ellos?. -Creo que sí. Se están acostumbrando de nuevo el uno al otro. -¿ Lo hacen?. -Sí -dije, mirando de reojo a la cabaña--Roger acaba de vomitar en la falda de Brianna.

You'll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans," I answered. "Two minutes doesn't deserve any more than a giggle.

Why d'ye talk to yourself?" "It assures me of a good listener

Who needed the relief of occasional bad language more than a mother of small children? Maybe

I haven't," I said shortly. "But I've the sense I was born with, and two ears in good working order. And whatever 'King George's health' may be in Gaelic, I doubt very much that it sounds like 'Bragh Stuart.' " He tossed back his head and laughed. "That it doesna," he agreed. "I'd tell ye the proper Gaelic for your liege lord and ruler, but it isna a word suitable for the lips of a lady, Sassenach or no.

We have nothing now between us, save – respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

Intimacy and romance are not synonymous.

Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach. Ye canna say more than ye know, but tell me it all, just once more.

She said if ever I saw you again, I was to tell you two things, just as she told them to me. The first was, "I think it is possible, but I do not know." And the second—the second was just numbers. She made me say them over, to be sure I had them right, for I was to tell them to you in a certain order. The numbers were one, nine, six, and seven.

Then open your legs for me, there's a good lass no, a bit wider, aye?" He

I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.

Please," she said, "don't mention Jamie Fraser to my daughter.