Quotes About Communication

You said: There's a lot of places out there, friend, so you would go, smuggling a suitcase of words across every border carved by the heel of mapmakers or conquerors, because you had an all-night conversation with the world, hearing the beat of unsung poems in every voice, visiting the haunted rooms in every face. Drive, you said, because poets must bring the news to the next town: You got a song, man, sing it. You got a bell, man, ring it.

But how do you tell someone your genius ex-boyfriend invented microscopic nanobots to retrieve wayward sperm? You don't.

You know, talking to you is as satisfying as smashing my fingers with a hammer.

Those that are elected to take part in the communal council are called voceros (spokespeople) because they are the voice of the community, and when they cease to be so, because the community no longer feels they are adequately transmitting the ideas and decisions of the community, these people can and should be recalled.

To friends, she sent bouquets, and to some of her numerous correspondents—over one thousand of her letters have been found—pressed flowers.

escribir siempre sería una renuncia. Un exilio. Una manera de fingir que uno sale al encuentro del otro cuando en realidad rumia, digiere, regurgita, mastica, relame, traga, se nutre, defeca sus propias e intransferibles palabras...

tal vez, las cosas que nos mueven a hablar son las únicas cosas sobre las que merece la pena escribir.

Tengo un alumno psicoterapeuta. Nunca, nunca, le miro directamente a los ojos. Bajo ningún concepto. Creo que le voy a suspender.

Mirar, escuchar: ponerse en modo esponja. Nunca deja de maravillarme el privilegio de que personas me cuenten sus historias, sus vidas; nunca deja de sorprenderme la cantidad de cosas que tantas personas pueden contarte si te ven dispuesto a escucharlas.

If we read Dickinson's letters looking for action in the usual sense—where she traveled, what chores she did, whom she encountered—we find some details for reconstructing her days, but not many. But if we read the letters for what the poet thought, her interior world opens.

Emily could hardly get up in the morning without metaphors and images flooding her mind. Often her letters to Austin took on the appearance of a composition exercise, as if she were trying to freeze a moment in words and capture not only the look, but also the feel of an instant.

Absolutely lonely people have few personal interactions of any kind.

Anger elicits anger, fear elicits fear, no matter how well meaning we may be.

I'd go to the end of the world for my husband. Of course, if he'd just stop and ask directions, I wouldn't have to.

There's a fine line between funny and annoying – and it's exactly the width of a quotation mark.

Tell him the truth and keep it short. No one actually cares about all the reasons you did something wrong. It's a half-assed way of saying you're sorry, not sorry. Admit what you did and stand in it.

Well, I ain't sayin' it only to hear myself talk.

How the hell am I supposed to keep track of everyone around here when no one listens to a thing I say?

Gradually I came to realize that people will more readily swallow lies than truth, as if the taste of lies was homey, appetizing: a habit.

Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.

The body never lies.

Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it.

The body says what words cannot.

To me, the body says what words cannot. I believe that dance was the first art.