Quotes About Communication

Ljude možete pustiti da pri?aju naširoko, oni ?e uvek biti zainteresovani za sopstvenu pri?u, ali treba, ipak, usko?iti s vremena na vreme, re?i nešto, minimalno.

Leggermente a disagio per questa confessione, Jean-Yves si voltò verso di me: "E tu, Michel, cosa conti di fare qui?". La risposta più vicina alla realtà era sicuramente qualcosa sul genere: "Niente", ma è sempre un po' difficile spiegare questo tipo di cose alle persone attive.

Ce qui donnait à l'homme une dignité supplémentaire; c'était la télévision.

It's hard to understand other people, to know what's hidden in their hearts, and without the assistance of alcohol it might never be done at all.

Only literature can grant you access to a spirit from beyond the grave—a more direct, more complete, deeper access than you'd have in conversation with a friend.

La posibilidad de vivir empieza en la mirada del otro

La dire, c'est souvent ne pas la vivre. La dire abondamment, c'est souvent la vivre petitement.

Depuis des années, le grand formateur des consciences n'est plus l'école, elle aussi vendue au marché et aux idéologues, mais l'écran – la télévision, le net, le tweet.

The given - forgive me - what is marketable, is only given - forgive me - is only sold in and through language. [...] Triumphant, the word redeems anything that could lend taste or aroma and transubstantiates it into something seen and read and heard, the channels that are peculiar to it. This - what you eat and drink - is the body and blood of the word. Here - where you buy it - lies the grave of bread and wine, body and blood, dead and resuscitated as messages.

Mon boucher : «Monsieur Tournier, quand on vous connaît comme moi en vrai, on n'a pas besoin de lire vos livres, hein?»

Si elle avait vécu, est-ce que j'aurais pu prendre le téléphone, là, tout de suite, l'appeler, lui dire je meurs de douleur, maman, je voudrais pleurer mais rien ne sort, rien ne sort, viens m'aider.

Molti uomini sono lâches. Lasciano andar via. Lasciano partire. Lasciano perdere. Perché non vogliono confrontarsi direttamente col dolore. Non sopportano di sentirsi impotenti. E allora cambiano discorso. Oppure riagganciano il telefono. Oppure cominciano a guardare distrattamente gli sms che arrivano sul cellulare per poi dirti che è proprio un peccato, che non possono farci nulla, ma che adesso devono proprio andarsene.

With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.

Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.

I think people talk too much; that's the truth of the matter. I do. I don't believe in words. People use too many words and usually wrongly. I am sure that in the distant future people will talk much less and in a more essential way. If people talk a lot less, they will be happier. Don't ask me why.

When we don't ask for much, we also send a message that we're not really serious.

Excuse me, but where do you think you're going?" I asked. "I figured I'd put my underwear in with yours. That way they could all get to know each other." One brown eyebrow lifted. "Unless you want to make some formal introductions right now?

Psychotherapist," I corrected. "We do the same thing as shrinks, but we use smaller words and keep our egos in check.

You're right, nobody's perfect. But in the right relationship, you're going to be perfect for each other. Because you tick each other's boxes in the things that matter to you. So you can overlook his snoring, or he can ignore your aversion to exercise, or whatever it is that doesn't exactly align, as long as you each fulfil the big things, the important ones.

How many people bled from the cut of a sharp tongue?

I didn't mean to interupt you if you were looking for your friends Miss--' 'Callihan,' but you can call my Jasmine. Or Jas.' Or Snookums. Honeybunch. Hotsie Totsie Cowgirl. My Little-- 'It's nice to meet you Jasmine, I'm Jack.

You talk more when you're nervous," he said, still standing close to her. "No i don't. That's absurd. I'm just trying to explain to you-" "Do i make you nervous?" "No. I'm not nervous." "You're trembling." "I'm cold. I'm wearing practically zero clothes." His glance went to her lips, then back to her eyes. "I noticed.

How do you keep doing that, Ford Winter? she wanted to ask. Have me swallowing back a lump in my throat one minute... And rolling my eyes the next.

I picked out a question with care. You have to be careful with strangers; questions can reveal as much as answers" -Eve