Quotes About Communication

In Damascus: poems become diaphanous They're neither sensual nor intellectual they are what echo says to echo . . .

Do not be absent for too long, then come and ask about how am, details die with time and stories change.

I love talking to you, even if I have nothing to say.

Thus, lethargic letters, which carry no value when separate, build a house when they come together.

Letters are restless, hungry for an image, and the image is thirsty for a meaning.

Silence has gossiping walls, emptiness slandering emptiness.

Who am I to say to you what I'm saying?

A University degree, four books, and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'.

I guess if everyone was blind, and you tried to describe vision to them, it would sound crazy and made up.

Me di cuenta de que sin palabras los humanos nos convertimos en bestias y perdemos la cordura

Yo no le había puesto nombre. No tenía palabras. Creía que si no hablaba no existía. Las cosas que no se nombran se olvidan o desaparecen. Por eso me costaba tanto explicárselo a alguien

Palabras que anulan, que hieren, que nos han marcado a ella y a mí y nos han ido envenenando.

Sin palabras los seres humanos nos convertimos en bestias y perdemos el juicio

Oricat l-ar iubi cineva pe altcineva, cat de u?or il poate in?ela, deoarece nimeni nu poate cunoa?te, f?r? s? i se spun?, gandurile altuia.

Whether or not Yuki-san needs you, whether or not he needs Seguchi-san, or whether he needs anybody at all only he can say. And you won't know unless you ask.

Set up the listening. Prepare who you are talking to for what you want them to hear. Get people to listen as a possibility rather than a problem.

Telling someone the truth is a loving act.

We invent the world through language. The world occurs through language.

So? You think people stop talking to you when they are dead?

He taught me that language was rubbery, plastic. It wasn't, as I thought, something you just use, but something you can play with. Words were made up of little bits that could be shuffled, turned back to front, remixed. They could be tucked and folded into other words to produce unexpected things. It was like cookery, like alchemy. Language hid more than it revealed.

Gone are the days when you simply write a jolly good book and wait for the queues to form. Readers need to be friended, darling. They need to be subscribers. They need to be followers.

Music is the social act of communication among people, a gesture of friendship, the strongest there is.

Well, really, how would you like to make love with someone who kept twittering about his pure mystic modality and wanted to stick flowers in your navel?

Arabic gives English technical terms such a nadir, azimuth, and zenith.