Quotes About Communication

Si-a lasat familia de izbeliste. Mi-am scris expresia pe creier.

The ground is still filled iwth rings, and money, and pictures, and Jewish things. I was only able to find a few of them, but they fill the earth. The hero did not ask me once what she was saying. I am not certain if he knew what she was saying, or if he knew not to inquire.

Stephen Hawking won't come to Israel? I'm not one to punch a quadriplegic with glasses, but I'm sure he won't mind if we ask for his voice back—you know, the one that was created by Israeli engineers.

Did she feel pity for me, did she want me to suffer? The next morning she led me to the coat closet, which faces the living room, she went in with me, we were in there all day, although she knew he wouldn't come until the afternoon, it was too small, we needed more space between us, we needed Nothing Places, she said "This is what it's felt like, except you weren't here." We looked at each other in silence for hours.

Am stat cuibariti cateva momente, apoi ne-am intins amandoi pe spate si iarba era ca un pat. Pentru ca era asa de intuneric, puteam vedea multe dintre stele. Era ca si cand ne-am fi aflat sub o umbrela mare sau sub o rochie. Am vorbit multe minute despre multe lucruri, dar de fapt eu nu-l ascultam si nici el nu ma asculta, si eu nu ma ascultam pe mine, iar el nu se asculta pe sine. Ne aflam pe iarba, sub stele si asta este ceea ce faceam.

nu ne acorda nici o atentie si n-a intrebat nici macar o data despre ce discutam. Era sociabil doar cu alunele.

Me encuentro entre el 95 por ciento de propietarios varones de perros que les habla (aunque no en el 87 por ciento que cree que su perro le contesta).

She had been married to your father for twelve years. I had known her for fifteen years. It was the first time she told me she loved me.

I pulled the book from him.     It was wet with tears running down the pages, as if the book itself were crying.     He hid his face in his hands.     Let me see you cry, I told him. I do not want to hurt you, he said by shaking his head left to right. It hurts me when you do not want to hurt me, I told him.     Let me see you cry.

Ik wist niet wat hij voelde want ik kende de taal van zijn gevoel niet

You are a schmuck," I informed the hero. "You're not using the word correctly," he said. "Yes I am," I said.

As for the bracelet Mom wore to the funeral, what I did was I converted Dad's last voice message into Morse code, and I used sky-blue beads for silence, maroon beads for breaks between letters, violet beads for breaks between words, and long and short pieces of string between the beads for long and short beeps, which are actually called blips, I think, or something.

The longer your mother and I lived together, the more we took each other's assumptions for granted, the less was said, the more misunderstood.

there's going to come a time when we won't speak for days on end." "There won't." "There will. Every parent thinks it will never happen to them, but it happens to everyone.

Everyone could know what everyone else felt, and we could be more careful with each other, because you'd never want to tell a person whose skin was purple that you're angry at her for being late, just like you would want to pat a pink person on the back and tell him, "Congratulations!

Non potevo sapere cosa stava provando, perché non potevo capire il linguaggio dei suoi sentimenti. Io non sapevo che è New York. In cinese ny è tu. Credevo che voleva dire 'Io amo tu'. E' stato allora che ho notato i poster 'I<3 NY' sulle porte, e gli strofinacci 'I <3 NY' e il contenitore per alimenti 'I <3 NY' sul tavolo della cucina

That's not true, I said, not knowing what the next words out of my mouth would be, but wanting them to be mine, wanting, more than I'd ever wanted anything, to express the center of me and be understood.

I couldn't explain to her that I missed him more, more than she or anyone else missed him, because I could't tell her about what happened with the phone. That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

Punch with your mouth and talk with your feet.

Grandfather and I did not utter words pending the drive, which is not abnormal, because we have never uttered multitudinous words. I made efforts not to spleen him, but nonetheless did. For one example, I forgot to examine the map, and we missed our entrance to the superway. "Please do not punch me," I said, "but I made a miniature error with the map." Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.

Entre dos seres existe siempre una distancia singular, infranqueable, un santuario impenetrable. Unas veces adquiere forma de soledad. Otras, de amor

What Jacob really thought: his father was an ignorant, narcissistic, self-righteous pig, too anal-retentive and pussy-whipped to grasp the extreme reaches of his hypocrisy, emotional impotence, and mental infancy. "So we're in agreement, then?" "No." "So we're agreed?" "No." "I'm glad you agree with me." But there were arguments for forgiving him, too. There were. Good ones. Beautiful intentions. Wounds.

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls?

I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?