Quotes About Communication

Just because they don't hear the song (of the world) doesn't mean it's silent.

We never grow tired of working together or simply talking. We have a rare rapport that others often recognize and envy. For myself, I have found this relationship to be one of the main sources of my own life force. I have called it a transcendental relationship, with a love and acceptance that go beyond the realm of this lifetime.

Brodie Bruce: You're gonna listen to me? To something I said!? Jesus, man, haven't I made it abundantly clear during the tenure of our friendship that I don't know shit? I mean half the time I'm just talking out of my ass...or sticking my hand in it.

He didn't know how to deal with people who were falling apart, how to comfort them. He wasn't sure if he'd just forgotten how to be with people at all.

called Mathieu while he was in Paris, but had somehow failed to get around to it. "Okay. Well, thanks

Was this how trauma worked? she wondered. Those closest to it remained dumbfounded by the fact that those who weren't present could derive meaning from it?

It is not only violent terrorists who induce fear as a means of communication. Intellectual terrorists are equally vile. Intellectual terrorists are emotional extortionists. These terrorists, who are often racists, sexists, classists, or religious bigots, employ the language of fear. They generalize and essentialize a people, reducing them to a phenomenon. They incite fear and terror toward their victims and force the victims into a horrified silence.

Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.

He said that if culture is a house, then language was the key to the front door; to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without a proper home or a legitimate identity.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything - that is how, it is between people who are each other's first memories

And I wrote you. Volumes. Volumes.

I shook my head no. For minutes, neither of us spoke a word. It breathed between us, what he had said, the pain of a life suppressed, of happiness never to be.

A creative writing teacher at San Jose State used to say about clichés: 'Avoid them like the plague.' Then he'd laugh at his own joke. The class laughed along with him, but I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on. But the aptness of the clichéd saying is overshadowed by the nature of the saying as a cliché.

Hassan couldn't read a first-grade textbook but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.

In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.

Hassan returned the smile. Except his didn't look forced. And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too

Words were secret doorways and I held all the keys.

If culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, [and] to all rooms inside.

That's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does.

There is a way to be good again For you, a thousand times over Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie

I was like the patient who cannot explain to the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.

How could I be such an open book to him when, half the time, I had no idea what was milling around in his head?

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.