Quotes About Communication

Like most incurable fibbers, she had an extravagant regard for the truth, which she expressed by sending up signals meant to indicate that she was lying.

In company, Charles Sheridan always spoke contemptuously of television. "By Jove," he would say, "I don't see how anyone can look at that trash. It must be a year since I've turned our set on." Now his wife could hear him laughing uproariously.

When I agreed to call him about lunch he gave me his telephone number at the shipyard, his extension there, the telephone number of his apartment, the telephone number of a cottage he had in Connecticut, and the telephone number of the club where he lunched and played cards. I wrote all these numbers on a piece of paper and when we said goodbye I dropped the paper into a wastebasket.

Here she barked out her greetings in Italian, anxious to disassociate herself from the horseless American cowboys and above all from her own kind, the truly lost and unwanted, who move like leaves around the edges of the world, gathering only long enough to wait in line and see if there is any mail

I told her everything I could think of, even about my father being buried in the Protestant Cemetery.

Francis asks Julia if the children couldn't have their dinner earlier. Julia's guns are loaded for this. She can't cook two dinners and lay two tables. She paints with lightning strokes that panorama of drudgery in which her youth, her beauty, and her wit have been lost. Francis says that he must be understood; he was nearly killed in an airplane crash, and he doesn't like to come home every night to a battlefield. Now Julia is deeply concerned.

After five years of marriage he seemed to have been left with nothing to say. It was like being embarrassed by a shortage of money.

Few pay attention to the histories and the root pictures words can release. These neglected qualities are there, however, and the poets have always found them a self-delighting source of excitement.

Good writing tends to present evidence rather than judgments. When the evidence is well presented, the reader's judgments will agree with those implicit in the writing. But nothing is more disastrous to the communication between writer and reader than a series of implicit judgments with which the reader cannot agree or which he finds to be simply silly or for which he is given no evidence he can respect.

OTTO. Apes don't read philosophy. WANDA. Yes they do, Otto. They just don't understand it.

One of our professors described a lecture as 'a mystical process by which the notes on the pad of the lecturer pass on to the pad of the student, without passing through the mind of either'.

The neurologist and psychologist Maurice Nicoll told how he had once asked his headmaster about a passage in the Bible, and after he had listened to the answer for some time, he realized that the man had no idea what he was talking about. What I admire about Nicoll is that he made this discovery when he was only ten. It took me another forty-five years before the penny dropped: very, very few people have any idea what they are talking about.

Put simply, you can't ask your unconscious a question, and expect a direct answer—a neat, tidy little verbal message.

Mrs. Richards: Girl, there's no paper in my room. Why don't you check these things? That's what you're being paid for, isn't it? Polly: We don't put it in the rooms. Mrs. Richards: What? Polly: Well, we keep it in the lounge. Mrs. Richards: [aghast] In the lounge? Polly: I'll get you some. Do you want plain ones or ones with our address on it? Mrs. Richards: Address on it? Polly: How many sheets? Well, how many are you going to use? Mrs. Richards: Manager!

Sorry this is such a long letter, but I didn't have time to write a shorter one.

Less is not necessarily more. Just enough is more. —Milton Glaser

Less is not necessarily more. Just enough is more. –Milton Glaser

Over all, I think the main thing a musician would like to do is give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things that he knows of and senses in the universe. . . That Is what I would like to do. I think that Is one of the greatest things you can do in life and we all try to do it in some way. The musicians is through his music

The language of trees is even more remote from human intelligence than the language of beasts or of birds. What to these lovers, for instance, would the singular syllables wuther-quotle-glug have signified?

Love doesn't die because of distance. Love dies because of doubt.

Every relationship has ups and downs, you should never expect perfection from somebody.

Confession is not betrayal, what you say or do doesn't matter. Only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you that would be the real betrayal.

There is love in your body but you can't get it out, it gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth, sticks to your tongue and shows on your face. That the sweetest of words have the most bitter taste.

Possessiveness is the outcome of true love. Anger is the outcome of true care. So accept both from your loved ones!