Quotes About Communication

Glass shot an irritated glance at Red, who had an uncanny knack for spotting problems and an utter inability for crafting solutions.

It means there are none so deaf as those that will not hear.

We are not strangers. It's a lack of trust that keeps us separated.

In any relationship that comes to an end, there's never just a baseline reason why. You say, 'Oh, I broke up with my girlfriend.' Someone says, 'Why?' You say, 'Well, you got three hours? And then maybe after I tell you my version, you've got to talk to her.'

If a dense human still fails to get the message, reach over and touch the item you intend for them to share, or touch an arm or cheek with your paw.

I had never said, 'dad, I love you.'

When these pocket computers started getting common, old people like me catastrophized about how bad it was going to be, but we were wrong. It's much worse. We've been looking at each other's faces for a million years. But now you don't see faces anymore. At night on the sidewalks of Toronto people walk around in the dark looking down into tiny lamplit rooms they hold in their hands.

Men want to be right. Let them, I say. It drives him crazy when I won't take the other end of the rope. "Okay, you're right" are three devastating words.

Stop it. I'm sure she looks more like herself than she looks like me." "No, no. You must come see now. She buys my pupusas!" "Your what?" "My pupusas!" "Katerina—" "Jean?

we're the only species that looks into its mate's eyes during intercourse? It developed our concept of the other

I write about cats. Cats, when you read this, write about me. Be the change you want to see.

Don't say anything unless you can improve on the silence.

Truth is a matter of semantics, whether we like it or not.

She says I should reach out and build bridges, but I think certain bridges are meant to burn and it's a shame some people can't be on them when it happens.

It was the most important moment in human history, the telling of the first lie. That's what separates us from the other animals. It has nothing to do with humans thinking on a higher plane or having easily available credit. We lie to each other. We deliberately mislead.

If I gave up sarcasm that would leave interpretive dance as my only way of communicating.

What is the point of sharing your life with someone if you can't communicate with them about the things that matter?

I know I should have ignored her. I should have called. Many times I almost did. I got as far as picking up the phone. Sometimes I even dialed your parents' number but then I wondered what I'd say to you. We had left it too long. How would we ever get around the silence, which was like an elephant sitting in the room?

When I write things down, I own them. They're no longer hanging in mid-air like cartoon bubbles or wisps of smoke. They're made real. Solid. Conversation doesn't last. Spoken words fade. We stop listening. Forget.

Anyone who says honesty is the best policy is living in la-la land. Either that or they have never been married or had children. Parents lie to their kids all the time--about sex, drugs, death, and a hundred other things. We lie to those we love to protect their feelings. We lie because that's what love means, whereas unfettered honesty is cruel and the height of self-indulgence.

For a man with no cows you talk a lot of bullshit, Ryan.

I won't say anything—and he won't ask. That's one of the great paradoxes of friendship between men. It's like an unspoken code: you don't start tunneling unless you hit rock bottom.

Women think they want a man but instead they want

Farley goes quiet. I let the silence build until it fills every corner of the room. It leaks into his ears and his chest and his bladder and his bowels and every dark place in his mind. Very few people are comfortable with silence. It's one thing to be on a plane or in a train carriage or in a waiting room and to ignore those around you, but not when you know someone is expecting you to answer.