Quotes About Communication

They got their own name in French," she reminded Miss Beryl, stealthily exchanging her soiled cloth napkin for a fresh one at an adjacent table. "Escargot." There's also a word in English, Miss Beryl had pointed out. Snail. Probably horse doo had a name in French also, but that didn't mean God intended for you to eat it.

I remember vividly wishing she wouldn't do that, that she'd let him arrange his thoughts and feelings the way he wanted. After all, how does one invalidate a powerful feeling? Not with logic, surely.

It always amazed me how little he understood what I was feeling. It meant, among other things, that my understanding of him probably wasn't much better.

The best she was able to do was to reflect that people invariably exhibited the very worst side of their flawed natures when invited to put their thoughts into writing, especially when the invitation was sanctioned hit-and-run posing as democracy in action.

I write about it not because I understand it, but because I don't.

We even discovered that our fathers had the same favorite saying: "Money talks. It says goodbye.

Sully understood this to be true, though it was a fairly recent phenomenon. Ruth had witnessed and reported it with considerable irritation. It couldn't have been the case when he was married to Vera, because his wife had kept a careful, detailed list of the things he did of which she disapproved, and she was not the sort of woman to hold anything back. She surely would have mentioned it if he'd slept with his eyes open.

These days his own storytelling was undermined by his stammer, as well as by his conviction that a story had to be true.

Electronic communication is one means by which the very idea of public life has been put to an end.

If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.

When you gossip about another person, listeners unconsciously associate you with the characteristics you are describing, ultimately leading to those characteristics' being "transferred" to you. So, say positive and pleasant things about friends and colleagues, and you are seen as a nice person. In contrast, constantly complain about their failings, and people will unconsciously apply the negative traits and incompetence to you.

The message is that people are more likely to agree with you when they have already said something positive.

A woman's flattery may inflate a man's head a little, but her criticism goes straight to his heart, and contracts it so that it can never again hold quite so much love for her.

Their constant outward-looking, their mania for radios, cars, and a thousand other trinkets made them dream and fix their eyes upon the trash of life, made it impossible for them to learn a language which could have taught them to speak of what was in their or others' hearts. The words of their souls were the syllables of popular songs.

when I tried to talk to him I realized that, though ties of blood made us kin, though I could see a shadow of my face in his face, though there was an echo of my voice in his voice, we were forever strangers, speaking a different language, living on vastly distant planes of reality

One of the greatest ironies of the twentieth century is that when communication has reached its zenith, when the human voice can encircle the globe in a matter of seconds, when man can project the image of his face thousands of miles, it is almost impossible to know with any degree of accuracy the truth of a political situation only a hundred miles distant! Propaganda jams the media of communication.

I wanted to try to build a bridge of words between me and that world outside, that world which was so distant and elusive that it seemed unreal.

I wanted to try to build a bridge of words between me and that world outside, that world which was so distant and elusive that it seemed unreal. I would hurl words into the darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all, to keep alive in our hearts a sense of the inexpressibly human.

She'll have to learn the symbolism of the revolution," somebody said. "But why can't Communism speak a language she understands?" I asked.

There are no solo high performers. The best support teams are tight open and honest they have learned that agreement is not a priority but understanding the truth is.

How many of us never find a way to say the one thing we must?

I wish you wouldn't look at me like that." Miranda frowned. "Like what?" "Like…you can see things I don't want you to see." "Too late." "Stop." She did her best to sound stern. "Now I know how Gage feels." "Except for the dimples." "Right. Except for those." "Not to worry, cher. You got a whole lotta other redeeming qualities.

Did Miranda tell you?" Flipping her bangs from her eyes, Roo stared at Etienne. He immediately looked suspicious. "Tell me what?" "I can't believe she didn't tell you, riding over here." "Tell me what ?" "I thought girls told you everything. You must be losing some of that charm.

I'm always defending you, and Roo's always been smarter than me. Roo would never get involved with somebody like you." Parker shot Etienne another helpless glance. "Is that good or bad?" "I wouldn't be doing any more talking right now, if I were you," Etienne advised him.