Quotes About Communication

A mesének nem a hang parancsol, hanem a fül.

It is not the voice that commands the story, it is the ear

I sit down at the desk, but no story I invent corresponds to what I would like to convey.

Chi comanda alla racconto non è la voce: è l'orecchio.

La menzogna non è nel discorso, è nelle cose.

You try to picture how the world might appear, this world dense with writing that surrounds us on all sides, to someone who has learned not to read.

mi sembra che il linguaggio venga sempre usato in modo approssimativo, casuale, sbadato, e ne provo un fastidio intollerabile.

the stone wanted to inform me that our substance was common, and therefore something of what constitutes my person would remain, would not be lost with the end of the world; a communication will still be possible in the desert bereft of life, bereft of my life and all memory of me.

For some time now, every novel I begin to write is exhausted shortly after the beginning, as if I had already said everything I have to say.

At all these reflections of mine, Mr. Okeda remained silent, as he does always when I talk too much and am unable finally to extricate myself from my tangled reasoning.

Sire, désormais je t'ai parlé de toutes les villes que je connais. — Il en reste une dont tu ne parles jamais. Marco Polo baissa la tête. — Venise, dit le Khan. Marco sourit. — Chaque fois que je fais la description d'une ville, je dis quelque chose de Venise. — Quand je t'interroge sur d'autres villes, je veux t'entendre parler d'elles. Et de Venise, quand je t'interroge sur Venise.

Le cose che il romanzo non dice sono necessariamente più di quelle che dice, e solo un particolare riverbero di ciò che è scritto può dare l'illusione di stare leggendo anche il non scritto.

though there are some foods you don't know, mentioned by name, which the translator has decided to leave in the original; for example, schoëblintsjia

Beware of saying to them that sometimes different cities follow one another on the same site and under the same name, born and dying without knowing one another, without communication among themselves.

He cannot repress a strong feeling of envy for that man who expresses himself with such methodical self-confidence.

Opening a path for yourself, with a sword's blade, in the barrier of pages becomes linked with the thought of how much the word contains and conceals: you cut your way through reading as if through a dense forest.

Ne resta una di cui non parli mai.» "Marco Polo chinò il capo. "«Venezia,» disse il Kan. "Marco sorrise. «E di che altro credevi che ti parlassi?» "L'imperatore non batté ciglio. «Eppure non ti ho mai sentito fare il suo nome.»

Perhaps everything lies in knowing what words to speak, what actions to perform, and in what order and rhythm; or else someone's gaze, answer, gesture is enough; it is enough for someone to do something for the sheer pleasure of doing it, and for his pleasure to become the pleasure of others: at that moment, all spaces change, all heights, distances; the city is transfigured, becomes

Ora siete marito e moglie, Lettore e Lettrice. Un grande letto matrimoniale accoglie le vostre letture parallele. Ludmilla chiude il suo libro, spegne la sua luce, abbandona il capo sul guanciale, dice: - Spegni anche tu. Non sei stanco di leggere? E tu: - Ancora un momento. Sto per finire Se una notte d'inverno un viaggiatore di Italo Calvino.

Lo que dirige el relato no es la voz: es el oído.

Tengo un librito, mucho más breve que los de Aristóteles y Ovidio, en el que están contenidas todas las ciencias y cualquiera puede, con poquísimo estudio, formarse de él una idea perfecta: es el alfabeto;

The generations stare at each other grimly, they speak only to misunderstand each other, to trade blame for growing up unhappy and dying disappointed.

What is more natural than that a solidity, a complicity, a bond should be established between Reader and Reader, thanks to the book?

How can a dialogue be established between the two of you if each thinks he hears, not the words of the other, but his own words, repeated by the echo?