Quotes About Communication

And I know that when you get hurt, your first instinct is to run. But I also realized something else. No one has ever followed you when you did run. But I'm going to follow, and I'm going to keep following until you realize that you can trust me. I'm not going to let you run away from something that could be so great. That is so great. Marty, I love you. - Nate

He hesitated, looking at her. The old Ellie was gone. Replaced by a woman who was detached and cold. He didn't know what to say, how to reach her. There was a wall around her, and he'd laid the foundation for her to build it.

In her experience, language cannot be trusted. Words are weapons to be deployed cautiously.

each week, before they dealt the cards, my father presented his typed report on himself and my mother to Marika, who copied it in her hand, then burned the original.

It's the ones who don't tell you they are informing," he said, "that you have to worry about.

my love cannot negate the words of my mouth and the righteousness I require.

Samantha said, I should be at the carnival. I have things to do. Sam, do we have to keep arguing about this? He handed her a cup but didn't let go until she met his gaze. I want you here. I need you here. She hesitated, then nodded. Okay, fine. It might not have been gracious acceptance, but at least it was acceptance, and Lucas was visibly relieved. Jaylene knew why. Samantha could be rather slippery when she didn't want to be somewhere.

Not that Alan was being particularly subtle. Mallory was somewhat bemused to find herself, for the first time in her adult life, on the traditionally male side of things in their relationship: she was the one who was perfectly happy with casual sex a couple of times a week, no strings or promises. Alan wanted more.

We have to just let go, expose ourselves, let someone else see who and what we really are. At least one other person.

He decided not to try to pin her down on that; he had a feeling it was one he wouldn't win. He hadn't known Isabel Adams an hour before reaching the conclusion that she was extremely unlikely to let slip by accident anything she didn't want him to know.

I love storytelling when the writing spins through me like photons on their way to lighting the world.

The assumption that rigidly rejecting words and phrases that have existed for centuries will have much impact on public attitudes is rather dubious.

There is no easy way to tell other people that you have manic-depressive illness; if there is, I haven't found it.

he slowly put down the hamburger he was eating, stared straight into my eyes, and, without missing a beat, said rather dryly, "That explains a lot.

Now and again she would break in with "Yes, yes, that's very interesting," "Of course you can," or "Had you thought of …?" Never, but never, was there an "I don't think that's very practical" or "Why don't you just wait and see how it goes?

People who aren't as exuberant as you are get really irritated with you.

A woman's name will always suffice, but if you'll keep your ears open in a room with men and women, you'll hear it's the call used least often.

But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I'm saying? Does it feel this way to you?

And what made these heart-to-hearts possible--you might even say what made the whole friendship possible during that time--was this understanding we had that anything we told each other during these moments would be treated with careful respect: that we'd honor confidences, and that no matter how much we rowed, we wouldn't use against each other anything we'd talked about during those sessions.

Are you still there, Axl?" "Still here, princess.

But this small episode is as good an illustration as any of the hazards of uttering witticisms. By the very nature of a witticism, one is given very little time to assess its various possible repercussions before one is called to give voice to it, and one gravely risks uttering all manner of unsuitable things if one has not first acquired the necessary skill and experience.

But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I'm saying? Does it also feel this way to you?

I don't know why, but it didn't seem an option for more than one of us to storm off, and I wanted to make sure that one was me.

Because you know how lousy it feels, people telling you how perfect things will be and they're not being straight.