Quotes About Communication

I like where I live," he said, landing behind the side pocket in his best Peter Pan pose. "You two women are too flaky to put my family in your hands. Just ask anyone here. They'd agree with me!" Ivy huffed and turned her back on him, muttering under her breath, but I could tell she was relieved her new landlord wasn't her mom.

You're good with people, and all I know how to do is give good neck.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly struggling to find a way to touch his son without hurting him. "Jax…" he whispered, his eyes both young and old—pained and filled with joy.

Worried, I touched the jacket's sleeve. "You think it's too much?" I asked, working hard to keep my tone non-combative. I'd had this conversation with ex-roommates before.

Get out," he said flatly. "I just got her normal again. Get out before you turn her into a sniveling, twitterpated…twit!" "Jenks!" I exclaimed, and Pierce put a calming hand on me. "That is my intent, Jenks," he said gallantly, and I wondered if Pierce meant his intent was to leave or to turn me into a twitterpated twit.

I thought this was the safest place to hammer out an agreement with Piscary," I said meekly. "My office?" he barked. "Well…" I hedged. "Maybe a conference room?

If you don't say it's wrong, then you're telling them you agree.

Nina made a dramatic sigh. "She won't give me one, either," she lamented

I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff.

Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.

Humans were so ignorant, taking for granted what they received from each other, never knowing the energy they passed between themselves.

The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism.

Quen said. "Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.

Look," I said, my finger jabbing out to point at him. "I don't like you. Jenks doesn't like you. And Ivy wants to eat you. Start talking.

It must be exhausting to be in your head, Sam once told me. I think what he must have meant was it was exhausting for him to hear about it. I exhausted him. -Cackle by Kim Harrison

It must be exhausting to be in your head, Sam told me once. I think what he must have meant was it was exhausting for him to hear about it. I exhausted him. -Cackle by Kim Harrison

Mr. Ray, you yelled at it again, didn't you? I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff.

Uncle Austin used to say that when men set out to destroy each other, the first victim was always the same: truth.

The intense desire to talk with someone, sharp as any pain; this was what people meant when they talked about love. Or rather; this was what Sax would acknowledge to be love. Just the super-heightened desire to share thoughts. That alone.

Language is but a huge set of false analogies. There has to be a better way to make a point.

People didn't understand that true intimacy did not consist of sexual intercourse, which could be done with strangers and in a state of total alienation; intimacy consisted of talking for hours about what was most important in one's life.

The one who tells the stories rules the world.

Relationships were for that reason utterly mysterious, they took place between two subconscious minds, and whatever the surface trickle thought was going on could not be trusted to be right.

He had always pitched in his conversational ante, and if he had contributed infrequently thereafter, it was because he was only interested when the stakes reached a certain minimum level. Small talk was usually a waste of time.