Quotes About Communication

A nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people.

If more politicians knew poetry, and more poets knew politics, I am convinced the world would be a little better place in which to live.

And so it is to the printing press--to the recorder of man's deeds, the keeper of his conscience, the courier of his news--that we look for strength and assistance, confident that with your help man will be what he was born to be: free and independent.

Que nunca negociemos por medo, mas que jamais tenhamos medo de negociar.

Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

Cell phones are to adults what toy rattles are to infants.

Just those three words, said and meant. I love you. They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer. His fairy story.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.

It's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the other kind.

You know what you do? You know how rain takes the colour out of everything? That's what you do to the English language. You blur it every time you open your mouth.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

I want to tell you what's really happened. Not now. Please not now. Whatever's happened, come and make love to me. And we did make love; not sex, but love; though sex would have been so much wiser.

Just because you can't express your feelings it doesn't mean they're not deep.

She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands. 'You're being very silent.' 'That's how men cry.

He said, it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the other kind.

A word (...) is never the destination, merely a signpost in its general direction; and whatever (...) body that destination finally acquires owes quite as much to the reader as to the writer.

The feeling that he would probably betray me. And I've always thought of marriage as a sort of young adventure, two people of the same age setting out together, discovering together, growing together. But I would have nothing to tell him, nothing to show him. All the helping would be on his side.

One writes things and the implications shriek- it's like suddenly realizing one's deaf.

Birine ba??rmak, hala bir ba??n bulunduÄŸunu gösterir.

Kuulamine nõuab kahte poolt. Ühte, kes annab, ja teist, kes võtab, mida antakse.

We hardly said anything, we seemed to communicate through the chessmen, there was something very symbolic about my winning. That he wished me to feel. I don't know what it was. I don't know whether it was that he wanted me to see my "virtue" triumphed over his "vice" or something subtler, that sometimes losing is winning.

only extroverts cry twice..

Never take another human being literally. He added. Even when they are so ignorant that they don't know what 'literally' means.