Quotes About Communication

People educate each other through the mediation of the world.

other people. At about seven minutes past

Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.

Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.

If the dead are watching, I want them to see us writing, dancing, singing, painting. I want them to see that we still reach out to each other.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.

You said I could have anything I wanted, but I just couldn't say it out loud.

Oh, the body—its hungers, needs, and limitations. You look at somebody and you realize that they're in there, inside there, somewhere, and how will you ever reach them, understand them?

he knows you, and he's talking to you, but you're in pain and you cannot understand him.

Let me tell you a story about war. A man says to another man, Can I tell you something? The other man says, No. A man says to another man, There is something I have to tell you. No, says the other man. No, you don't.

Pain makes a noise.

Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.

The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice. If you don't believe in the world it would be stupid to paint it. If you don't believe in God, then who are you talking to?

I have told you where I'm coming from, so put it together.

Is there an acceptable result? Do we mean something when we talk?

It's hard to talk about what you believe while you are believing it. Fervor reduces thought to shorthand and all we get is an icon.

And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them, and you realize the person who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be, and you don't trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.

Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.

And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them

but will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to tie your arms down? Do I have to stick my tongue in your mouth like the hand of a thief, like a burglary like it's just another petty theft? It makes me tired, Henry. Do you see what I mean? Do you see what I'm getting at?

You said I could have anything I wanted, but I just couldn't say it out loud.

I talk to you as if you're really there.

there's no pure way to say it.

I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything