Quotes About Communication

Cherokee stories have been passed down through many generations. Storytelling is an art form. Storytellers are actors, singers, dancers, and mimes who tell stories about the Cherokee people and animals. Animals are important in Cherokee stories. Many stories tell of people who could speak with the animals. Some stories tell how the Cherokee could once communicate with animals. According to this belief, the Cherokee lost this ability because their ancestors were greedy and talked too much.

You don't want to sound as though you used a Sharper Image catalogue for a thesaurus.

If then you are wise, you will show yourself rather as a reservoir than as a canal. A canal spreads abroad water as it receives it, and a reservoir waits until it is filled before overflowing, and thus without loss to itself communicates its superabundant water. In the Church at the present day we have many canals but few reservoirs.

Jesus Christ is alive and here to teach his people himself. He has not contracted laryngitis. His voice is not hard to hear, his vocabulary is not difficult to understand. — Richard Foster

Good health results from perfect communication between each part of the body and mind. ~ BKS lyengar

On another occasion Padre Pio's spiritual director wrote him a letter in Greek, a language which the young monk did not know. Nonetheless, Padre Pio read the letter. Fr. Pannullo marveled at this and asked him how he learned the language. "My guardian angel explained everything to me," Padre Pio replied.

Yes, we might've had our problems, but if you were that unhappy, then you should've left me. You don't seek solace in the arms of another man. You don't go to the other side, hoping the grass is greener. You water the lawn you have!

I want to know how I can break down that wall and prove to you that I'm the man for you and figure out what we need to do to go to the next level.

Y'all carried secrets because that's what I taught you, but secrets . . . just . . . fester

Stella couldn't help but feel she'd diminished him too—regulating him to nothing more than a good time. But his being there, his love and concern—his ability to encourage her alternative thinking—had her ready to reconsider.

All of you are hurt. You're hurt because of the secrets. The secrets that have festered inside.

People, including those who love us, only do what we allow them to do. They only suck up the energy we give.

People who think they need high-pressure methods or tools—pinch collars or electric appliances—to train a dog have no clue how to train a dog well. Training, both as a hobby and as a profession, should be pleasant for the dog and the handler. It should be a successful learning process that yields progress for both parties. If training becomes a torment for the handler or the dog, then both parties are on the wrong track.

This business of giving people what they want is a dope pusher's argument. News is something people don't know they're interested in until they hear about it. The job of a journalist is to take what's important and make it interesting.

Waiter.....check please!

More people saying what they believe would be a great improvement. Because I often do I am unfit for common intercourse.-Nero Wolfe in "Blood Will Tell

To pronounce French properly you must have within you a deep antipathy, not to say scorn, for some of the most sacred of the Anglo-Saxon prejudices.

Yes, I said something to him, and then I cooled him off." "Cooled? By what process?" "I knocked him halfway across Broadway and took my wife." "You did?" Wolfe scowled at him. "What's the matter with your brain? Does it leak?

He growled. "You know quite well that that locution is vile.

No man with any sense assumes that a woman's words mean to her exactly what they mean to him.

She marched across to his desk, extended a hand, and told him cordially, "You look exactly right! Just as I thought! I would—" She broke it off because she was getting a deep freeze. He had moved no muscle, and the expression on his face, while not belligerent, was certainly not cordial. She drew back. He spoke. "I don't shake hands with you because you might later think it an imposition. We'll see. Sit down, Miss Eads.

When I told [Lily Rowan] I wouldn't be able to make it to the Polo Grounds tomorrow, she began to call Wolfe names, and thought of several new ones that showed her wide experience and fine feeling for words.

You know, that idea could be developed into a first-rate little article. Six hundred to seven hundred words, about. The Tyranny of the Wheel, you could call it, with a colored margin of trains and airplanes and ocean liners at top speed—of course liners don't have wheels, but you could do something about that—if I could persuade you, Mr. Wolfe—

Well, go on. I don't answer questions containing two or more unsupported assumptions.