Quotes About Communication

It is the nature of stories to leave out far more than they include.

Gossip is the story of our lives," she said.``It is the way a society works out how it is to behave. Our manners, our morals,our mores

When he looked up, he said, "Clare told me about Christmas." And I swear the boy's face began to shine. I recognized what I saw there: that a person's name could be infinitely precious, that just saying it could make you feel singled out for glory.

It's ok to feel happy, right? She hoped he'd know what she meant.

Clare wasn't worried anymore about their being mean to each other. She imagined that someday she'd be part of a friendship in which she and the friend thought so highly of each other and were so sure of this that they could say anything.

What's killing him is the idea that I will die unhappy, in a miserable marriage. He hates that my life isn't ending on a good note… So I told him that he's a good man and was the love of my life, both of which are true. I tried to tell him all the things I hadn't told him before… Mostly, I wanted him to understand the real reason I'd thought our marriage was over. It was over because we forgot to stay in love. Both of us.

You mustn't let men drive you to mangling the English language, no matter how sweet they are.

If you never share the worst thing you've ever done with a single person, if you just carry it all by yourself, maybe it comes between you and everyone you meet, even if it's years later.

Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears...

I tried to tell him all the things I hadn't told him before. How it was both our faults, how I'd taken over with the kids and not let the two of us be in that together. Mostly, I wanted him to understand the real reason I'd thought our marriage was over. It was over because we forgot to stay in love. Both of us.

Talking turned out to be Louise's talent. If talking were a sport, Louise would've been a marathoner.

When I pointed to the list, he read it quickly, then said, "I wish I'd known what was happening. I wish she'd told me," so ruefully that I wanted to touch him and did.

Tell me how you are." "I'm fine, Mother." "No one is fine. Fine is a placeholder.

the sorrow she carried around that made her smile come a second too late and made her ears grow dull so that her children would have to call her three or four times before they could get her attention.

Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.

Our theory is, if you need the user to tell you what you're selling, then you don't know what you're selling, and it's probably not going to be a good experience.

A wink is like no other gesture. It's like a secret smile, a whisper with your face.

She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as if she were already in the shell. In their very shell.

the vast edifice of expectation and commitment that a marriage would pile on her.

Thor was watching them. 'Gretchen says what we both think,' Thor said quietly.

She'd found that she needed closeness and trust more than sex. Desire grew out of trust, not the other way round.

To speak behind others' backs is the ventilator of the heart.

You know, they say in France that translation is like a woman: she is either beautiful or faithful.

My father says that believing or not believing doesn't matter; what is important is speaking with God.