Quotes About Communication

When you apologize that much, there's something you aren't saying.

I can feel Luke behind me, his weight shifting. "I'm a human being," I tell the waitress quietly. "I am not your entertainment." There may be a change in those eyes, a softening. But I'm not sure. It's probably my imagination. Luke hands me my purse and phone, which is still powered off. I may never turn it on again.

They ply us with chamomile tea and sleeping pills and bake us soporific casseroles. They shove us into bedrooms and cover us with heavy blankets and beg us to sleep, to stay out of the way, to remain unconscious so they won't have to endure the discomfort of having to talk to us.

Don't ask any questions and you won't hear any lies.

But there is a chasm between what is known and what is said.

What makes the terrible twos so terrible is not that the babies do things you don't want them to do --- one-year-olds are plenty good at that --- but that they do things because you don't want them to.

Never feel bad for being assertive, speaking your mind, and putting your foot down. What you think is anger, others see as a good solid display of self-esteem.

We can lie in the language of dress or try ot tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it is impossible to be silent.

No entiendo por qué te empeñas en seguir escribiendo —me dijo una vez que estaba especialmente deprimida —. Da la impresión de que hacerlo te causa un enorme malestar.

It is a curious thing that people only ask if you are enjoying yourself when you aren't.

Not for the first time, he wonders why it is that married couples feel perfectly free to analyze the affairs of their unmarried friends; whereas if he were to make some comment on Joe and Debby's relationship they would be righteously pissed-off.

A good story was a form of communication, mind to mind, spirit to spirit. It sent life sparking from stranger to stranger, across space, decades and centuries. Human sympathy -- human attention -- had magic in it. Any real story fizzed with sympathy -- the writer's and reader's -- across time, over rows of typographical marks; those low boundary fences of the imagination, hurdled.

You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.

You are most powerful when you are most silent. Poeple never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They except to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words leaping forth from their mouths. Silence? No.

Clara Winter," he said. "You are a word person and don't ever forget it." He was right. He knew. He could tell. It's something that can be sensed. There's a difference between word-people and non-word-people.

When you're interested in somebody and you think they might be interested in you, you should point out all your beauty problems and defects right away, rather than take a chance they won't notice them.

But I wish you to know that, were I just Edward and you just Jane, I would prefer to marry you. We accord well together, and have similar views… Kings cannot make their own choices. I wished you to know that

We mustn't say more than we should, but we mustn't say less than we must.

Before we open our mouths, we ought to heed the advice of the missionary Amy Carmichael and ask: Is what I'm about to say kind? Is it true? Is it necessary?

The Puritan Thomas Brooks once wrote, "We know metals by their tinkling, and men by their talking."[113

When television came roaring in after the war (World War II) they did a little school survey asking children which they preferred and why - television or radio. And there was this 7-year-old boy who said he preferred radio "because the pictures were better."

Qu'importe si cent mille coups de fusil partent en Afrique! L'Europe ne les entend pas. Louis-Philippe, 1835

Consulting de Gaulle whether he should be present at the flag-lowering ceremony or not, Fouchet after a pause of several seconds had been told simply: "Je crois que ça serait inutile....

I am not a novelist, I'm a storyteller. There is no art in what I do. No mystique.