Quotes About Communication

I said alone!" He nodded in agreement. "Aye, you usually say that, and I still stay. It's our way.

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, you must talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

MacRieve: You can't drop a line like that without unpacking it. Nix: Just did. You-Lame. MacRieve: It's MacRieve!

Nix, I know you're faking the static. She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. Why? It seamed less rude than the alternative. What's that? Click.

She stretched, pulling out her earbuds, which apparently in Lykae was code for 'Interogate me,' because the questions, they came a-calling.

When Sabine parted her lips to argue, Lanthe said, "This baby bird's gotta fly, sis." "Great," Sabine drawled. "She's already speaking in avian metaphors.

Insight: if a guy I had sex with ever carved a notch into his bedpost, I'd tell him to carve one into mine too—and then to go make me a fucking sammich.

Let's just put it this way: I don't think I'll be able to twerk my way out of this.— —Don't know what twerk means, Melanthe.—

With your actions, you train others how to treat you.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to even his tone. No' necessarily. It's just that you'll be doing it three or four times a day. With a man of your advanced years? Advanced years? By God, I am going to throttle her.

Lachlain said, Before you go, I wanted to pass on some advice. Emma told me that to win your mate, you have to accept Regin. The two are thick as thieves. Always have been. Since they were children. So calling Regin a glowing bluidy freak dinna help my cause? On top of the lie? Christ, I've bollixed this up.

Lachlain and Emma: 'So you expect us to sit in this enclosed compartment the entire way in silence?' 'Of course not.' She clicked on the radio.

My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.

I turned to Cyclops. "You're going to stay here with Finn and Matthew." Talking to the animal always made me feel ridiculous (though he was smarter than most beasts—and I might actually be communicating with Lark). In CLC, the loony bin I'd been clapped up in, patients had only been allowed to watch classic shows on cable, like Lassie. I feared any second I was going to say, "What's that, Cyclops? Timmy fell down a Prepper well?

All of your sarcastic— Multilayered. —answers will not help your cause. You're very flippant about these proceedings.

How come you can call him, but I can't talk to Gabe?" Joules probably missed him as much as I missed Aric. Or, rather, the old Aric. "Because you have a temper that Gabriel will know how to needle. He could get you to spill our plans." "I don't have a bloody feckin' temper!

You have no tongue yet you won't shut up

His hands reached out to pile her hair up, just so he could lean down and breathe along her neck. At her ear, he murmured, "Bride, this is embarrassing. I think I've caught you staring at my cock.

You can tell? You always had trouble reading him." Nod. "Three months' practice." "But you can't read his future?" Matthew's brows drew together. "Never wanted this to happen." "Can you tell him we're coming for him?

Bowe had already returned to the scotch. "And how'd that go?" "Poorly. Now she believes I'm a liar. Probably because I lied to her.

I'll like it more if you fight. You'll like it more if you don't.

The witch Mariketa had been the one to sense it, telling her: "You do know you're totes preggo, right?

I vow to you I'll never be with another. I love you, Josie. She sucked in a breath. I love you too. Even when you're a dickwad.

now that you've lost your queen." "I haven't lost her." "I'm no expert with females"—the others rolled their eyes at that—"but I believe an attempted decapitation communicates the need for some space.