Quotes About Communication

Despite her best intentions, Hild's voice rose as a question.

She had found that people, especially people who spoke a different tongue, would get anxious if they didn't get to have their say in their own way, even if they spoke in a long rush, burying to get their words out.

It's not an easy message to deliver quick off the tongue.

I'm tired to stupidity. My apologies.

Hild realised her mother had deflected her somehow, as she always did.

Her face had the set look Marghe had learned meant she was unhappy.

I had seen her vulnerable, now she wanted to see me.

Trouble meant they had to listen, not fight.

We had never really talked to each other after I was nine years old. She had been busy and I had been resentful. I had grown up independent, and then she had not known how to find me. I wasn't even sure she wanted to, or what she might find if she did.

You should talk to people. Ordinary people about ordinary things. Like you used to with Cian.

A woman should judge priests for herself, as she would any other man. When they make demands you think unfair, speak to the king's man at Caer Larat.

She should have expected her mother to know she knew.

She could speak if she chose, but she was not ready to choose because she did not understand.

Human cultures kept the oddest gestures.

I didn't know what to make of this fey mood. He was the one who was supposed to make conversations easier.

Aud rhymes with cowed.

War with smiles and firm handshakes.

He held her gaze this time, though it made him sweat, and this time it was she who looked away.

Your mother has built you a place where you can speak your word openly. Now she asks you to use that for her, and for yourself of course.

He could send his words trilling into the roof corners or scuttling through floor rushes.

The look she gave me was full of meaning, but I had no idea what it was.

Onnen liked Mulstan, Hild could tell. She also knew Onnen liked the way he ran his holdings, though it lacked the fine and sharp efficiency a woman would bring to the housebold. She liked his daughter and his servants and the ease his housefolk felt in the hall. And she leaned in towards him as though she liked his smell. And Mulstan liked her; Hild saw the way his nostrils flared as Onnen laughed at something he said and patted his arm.

Gemæcce, Hild thought, staring at the pattern. She looked up, found Begu looking at her, blushed, looked down again. After a breath of two, she looked up.

You might have been talking gibberish, but your smile was radiant.