Quotes About Communication

They bustled around chatting. It was the first time I listened closely, and I was astonished at how much they had to say, the passion with which they repeated the same thing in ten different ways so as to avoid noticing, in fact, that they had absolutely nothing to say to each other for ages, but human beings need to speak, otherwise they lose their humanity

We have no future any more. All we can do is entertain ourselves by conversing.

what does it matter if I've become mute in a world where there is no one to talk to?

Talking is existing.

One of the first tasks a writer faces is the need to form an ethos, a way of being in the world, that permits the writer to create and present to the world a dynamic speaking and writing self.

Once you can express yourself, you can tell the world what you want from it. . . All the changes in the world, for good or evil, were first brought about by words.

Once you can express yourself, you can tell the world what you want from it.

once you can express yourself, you can tell the world what you want from it... all the changes, good or evil, were first brought about by words.

Whatever anyone says or does is more about them than it is about me...

I adore correspondence. When a letter arrives from a friend it is like getting a small present.

Elvis doesn't share our gift of matrimonial telepathy, though. And he did have a plastic brain. He still looked clueless.

Sit down and talk to the man, for God's sake. You didn't know that love was a high-risk business? It surely is. But not taking the risk is terrible,

had told Rocky an odd version of this story; little truths had appeared, but the girl had deliberately left out the part that showed the true train wreck. She had deliberately orchestrated the tale for a purpose.

old lovers? Why didn't you tell me?

While I may be guilty of many things, one of them is not that I would lie to you. I will tell you every awful truth," he promised. "I will not lie to you, at least not about big things. If you ask about hairstyles, butt size, or shoes, then I might resort to creative answers.

and in the hierarchy of breakups he was going to take the high road—no phone breakup, but a face-to-face, which ranked much higher than a text message or e-mail.

will you stop trying to be brave! It's me, Mama! You can be honest with me." -Hetty

Coincidence is a messenger sent by truth.

Coincidence is a messenger sent by the truth." [Dr. Maurice Blanche]

Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn't like people who didn't think. I didn't know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?

It's easier to make up stories than it is to write them down. When I speak, the words come pouring out of me. The story wakes up and walks all over the room. Sits in a chair, crosses one leg over the other, says, Let me introduce myself. Then just starts going on and on.

And when I can't speak it, I write it down. I wish I was different. Wish I was taller, smarter, could talk out loud the way I write things down. I wish I didn't always feel like I was on the outside, looking in like a Peeping Tom.

I just shrug, not knowing what to say. How can I explain to anyone that stories are like air to me, I breathe them in and let them out over and over again.

Letters becoming words, words gathering meaning, becoming thoughts outside my head becoming sentences written by Jacqueline Amanda Woodson