Quotes About Communication

A colleague of hers had discovered that the Biblical sentence found in John 4:7 contained all the sounds in nearly every known language.

If you wanted to greet him or get his attention, you had to say: "Oh, Mr. Forest-Ranger-who-stands-in-the-tower-watching-out-for-forest fires!" If you abbreviated it, or, heaven help us, addressed him simply as "David," you would get no response.

Win was flabbergasted when he heard me say to the dog: "We don't put our paws on the table while folks are eating, Manch.

so I told him jokes. "Do you know why radio announcers have tiny hands?" "Huh?" "Wee paws for station identification," I would whoop.

To give children the words they need is to give them life, growth and refreshment

He lived long enough to give the chaplain his name—John Goetchius—but died before he could tell the kind man where his home was.

I got up the nerve to ask her if she remembered that first visit and my terrible faux pas. She pretended, in true Japanese fashion, that it had never happened.

After all, they were just words, and she had learned long ago that a man's actions displayed his truer nature more than the things he said.

Symbols, or their absence, do not always mean what they seem to symbolize. Nevertheless, I suppose they always symbolize something.

All right, all right, he said, with that gesture I'd come to hate: two open palms facing me and patting the air, as if pushing me away, pushing me down, pushing any tears I might be preparing to cry back into their ducts.

Canyons of incomprehension yawn between me and most other human beings, and I keep acting as if it's possible for me to reach across and join them on their side, to span the gap between who they believe me to be and who I really am.

All right, all right," he said, with that gesture I'd come to hate: two open palms facing me and patting the air, as if pushing me away, pushing me down, pushing any tears I might be preparing to cry back into their ducts.

My older brother never came to visit me. He did write me letters, though: distant and condescending ones, because those were the shallow pools in which his small mind swam.

The world is defined by smells – not words or shapes or sounds. This is the language that makes sense, that everyone understands.

that's what he said.

Chrissie lowered her voice so that he struggled to

She did not want to say good-bye. She did not want to utter those two dead-sounding words. She turned to look at her taiga. It's never good-bye, Edme, said Winks. It's merely slaan boladh. Slaan boladh? Edme repeated. Old wolf for 'until the next scent post.' Slaan boladh, Edme murmured, and turned and left the taiga to sleep.

Mum! Da!" he cried out in his half sleep.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.

Without language the only people the rebels can kill are themselves.

You know dear, assured one woman, men have to be trained, just like any household pet. It's up to the woman to lay down the rules from the beginning.

And if they are lucky enough to be exposed to multiple languages, they will master all of them, as long as the languages are presented in a natural context, such as when dad speaks Spanish and mom speaks English or the live-in nanny speaks French.

Some researchers have suggested that at around this time, typical 18- to 20-month-olds can learn as many as nine new words a day. Imagine that—63 new words a week!

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