Quotes About Communication

Thérése y Jérémy cultivan, desde siempre, ese arte del quid pro quo que es la sal de sus relaciones. De acuerdo en todo, no se entienden en nada. Es su modo de soportar la condena perpetua de la fraternidad

I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. George Eliot

All you have to do is circulate and listen. If you know what they're talking about, join in. If you don't know what they're talking about, then ask questions,' he relayed as if it was really that simple. 'People don't mind being asked questions. In fact, they like to show off their knowledge. What they don't like is someone pretending to know what they're talking about when they don't.

I have a grandson who is 20. He's a computer guy. I'm worried that he can't communicate without his machine. They have no personal contact with people. That's the bad part of technology.

Try not to take it personally if the mother criticizes you or tells you to stop doing something that you expected to be helpful. Just say, "Sorry," and stop doing it. Don't try to explain why you did it or express frustration with her. She is really saying that labor is so difficult right now that nothing helps. You are the safest person for her to lash out at. Later, she will probably apologize.

I'm sorry, George,' said the features editor, Colin Firth

I'm sorry, Roger, but that doesn't make me feel any better. Worse if anything. All that, knowing that, and he didn't tell me, kept it to himself. He must have been so frightened, so wretched. I can't have been much of a wife.

And not telling anyone anything whenever possible is the secret of a happy marriage, in my experience.

Ludovic, you don't understand. It makes me feel far far worse. That he couldn't tell me about it, share all this with me.

Marriages don't stay in neat, tidy shapes you know; they sprawl about, very messily sometimes. The important thing is not to let them get out of control.

Perhaps I'm the only crazy person in here, but I understand zero - I mean ZERO - of what you said!

Ik hoorde hoe flauw ik klonk. Als iemand die wel praat maar niets zegt.

Then she turns to me. 'Tell me. How are you really?' she says, as if there were two versions of my life, and now she is not on the verge of tears at all, but sharp-voiced as an interrogator.

the difference between talking and not talking is slowly wiped out, that the unending, inner conversation we carry on with ourselves merges with the one we have with the few people we still see, and when you live alone for too long the line which divides the one from the other becomes vague, and you do not notice when you cross that line. Is

I wonder whether that is how we get to be after living alone for a long time, that in the middle of a train of thought we start talking out loud, that the difference between talking and not talking is slowly wiped out, that the unending, inner conversation we carry on with ourselves merges with the one we have with the few people we still see.

The paper was folded twice without a speck on it and bore a note in his handwriting: I cannot go on any longer. I was sure that was something we understood, both Jesper and I, that he could not go on any longer, but what it was he could not go on with we had no idea, because he was as strong as an ox and could work harder and longer than anyone else I have ever known.

U bent hier blijkbaar al een poosje niet meer geweest,' zei hij in steenkolenzweeds. 'Dat cafe is al twee jaar dicht', en ik dacht, waarom denken Denen altijd dat alle Noren Zweden zijn en waarom spreken ze dan zo ongelooflijk slecht Zweeds. Er zijn verdomme toch drie landen in Scandinavie.

What's your dog's name?" "Oh, he ain't got no name." "Why's that?" "I don't like names," the man said, looking down at his pet. "How do you call it?" Jim asked. "Call it?

At the time of this writing, I do not know whether I will live much longer, and you don't know what I'm talking about.

You sound like a physicist," she said. "There's no need to be insulting.

In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.

Hence the vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet. The plant must spring again from its seed, or it will bear no flower—and this is the burden of the curse of Babel.

it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet