Quotes About Communication

The Human Use of Human Beings

Rumors were nothing more than blunted swords of simple minds and wagging tongues.

No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.

The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been a collision. I feel too much, sense too much, am exhausted by the reverberations after even the simplest conversation.

I'm two eyes looking out of a suit of armor. I write because I can't talk.

Our phones fall we panic our friends fall we laugh

I don't trust anyone who doesn't laugh.

I would be a liar, a hypocrite, or a fool--and I'm not any of those--to say that I don't write for the reader. I do. But for the reader who hears, who really will work at it, going behind what I seem to say. So I write for myself and that reader who will pay the dues.

The most called-upon prerequisite of a friend is an accessible ear.

Never be afraid to tell me anything," he whispered against her hair. "No matter how ashamed you might feel. I'll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.

Oh no. Hell no. I'm not asking Ma for one of her bras. That's just...wrong."... "Your woman. You do it."..." You go. We'll pay for your therapy later.

Cat's friends seemed like very sweet girls," Dad says. "They were the bomb," I say fervently, and he looks back at me with raised eyebrows. "'The bomb' is a good thing? Like 'sick'? "Duh," I reply, and Dad lets out a sigh. "Thirteen-year-olds should come with subtitles," he says, turning onto our street.

The role of art in society differs for every artist.

When I was very little, we would get letters from China, in Chinese, and they' be censored. We were a very insular little family.

I take it back. You're not stupid. But damn, you are insane.

I cannot believe we had to read it in the paper - when we are your dearest school friends!" Lady Abernathy said sweetly. "Yes, we were so close," Emma replied, just as sweetly. "Like England and China." Lady Abernathy paused to puzzle over that.

Well, 'I'm sorry' is just a thing to say, you see. I'm trying not to be so apologetic and obsequious all the time. It's just such a habit ...

This was the story of her life. Men explained things to her that she not only knew, but knew far more about.

The problem with longstanding friends -- they felt utterly free to go too far and to enjoy every step they took over the line.

Writing love letters was a blasted difficult thing to do, especially with the lady in question commenting on every line.

Sometimes I cannot state what race they are speaking my fingers"

We all know one day we will die but don't know the exact date, we don't know that fucking exact date, say what you want to say to everyone who loves you or you love because we don't know the exact date."