Quotes About Communication

Nobody says what they really mean, especially if they love you.

even the silence, if you listened, meant something.

if you could just get people to talk, he believed, the most bitter antagonists could discover common ground.

speakerphone on the table, and another twenty lawyers from across the country had dialed in.

Arthur had been, at best, an indifferent father. When Denise, his daughter with Marietta, was in high school, she had to "make an appointment" with his secretary if she wanted to speak to him,

At one point, McKee telephoned his mother, from the home of a nearby priest, and asked her to bring him a change of clothes. She and his aunts drove down, but when they arrived at the house, Kevin was gone. A man was there. "Take the clothes with you," he said. "He'll not be back.

But, occasionally, Arthur would embarrass his brothers, intervening in the ad campaigns at McAdams and condescending to Raymond in front of junior staff.

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.

All the truth in the world is held in stories.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.

It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.

It wasn't even a good note. 'If you are reading this I am probably dead.' What sort of a note is that?

Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other is to lend.

She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.

Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

If I could sum it up in 50 words, I wouldn't have needed to write a whole novel about it.

I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.

Bast stood in the doorway, practically dancing with irritation. When he spotted the approaching figure he rushed down the street, waving a piece of paper angrily. "A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?" He hissed angrily. "What am I, some dockside whore?

I learned to love the feel of good words.

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woefully small targets.

He hesitated, then lifted his head and sniffed. "Have you been drinking?" The question was more curious than accusatory. "No," Bast said. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. "I've been tasting," Bast said, emphasizing the word. "Tasting comes before drinking.

nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.