Quotes About Communication

Our love is like a song, but you won't sing along.

It is greed to do all the talking but not to want to listen at all

All speech is vain and empty unless it be accompanied by action.

Expression is never helped by suppression.

Our professional competence and pride should rest not alone in our possession of knowledge but as well in our ability to communicate it. Of course we shall carry on our research, and of course we shall applaud the colleague who 'produces,' but we shan't be happy if he offers that as a substitute for inspiring young people with a desire for knowledge, a sense of taste, and a regard for virtue.

Good music is very close to primitive language.

Life is but a series of misunderstandings.

English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.

And therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth. I don't mean that we all end up dead, that's not the great pity. I mean that he couldn't tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn't tell him what was real.

Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?

Its always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them.

I still recall clearly. Two doctors were talking to me about her in front of her, as though she couldn't comprehend the language. They then turned to her using baby talk.

Maybe you should say something to her, man. Like what? You know what. Like, 'Gosh, best buddy, I've fallen in love with you, and I know you don't feel the same way, but will you put your life on hold for me until my tour's up?' Something like that, you mean? You might want to soften it up a little, but yeah.

Promise me you won't leave without telling me." "I'm not planning on it." That wasn't the answer he needed. His eyes pierced hers. "Promise me." The furrows between her brows deepened as she took a step back. "I can't do that. I don't know what's going to happen. I'll do whatever's best for Jack and me. That's the only promise I can make.

Look," he said. "I'm not the one for you. You need to move on, maybe start going out with Drew again or—" "Drew!" "He's a nice guy, Madison, you should give him a—" "You're pawning me off on Drew?" His silence pretty much said it all. She shot to her feet, her eyes stinging. "I don't love Drew. I love you, you idiot.

Thought you weren't coming with him," Wade said. She darted a glance at him, but he was looking over her head. "Thought you didn't care." "I don't." "Good.

Layla had hardly looked at him since they'd left Chapel Springs except to shoot him disdainful looks. He couldn't seem to say anything right. Even when he'd complimented her appearance—and he'd meant every word—she'd twisted his words.

Me again, please don't hang up, Meri. Meridith." He sighed into the phone. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I was. I was afraid of losing the kids . . . now I'm afraid I've lost you." There was a pause, and Meridith pressed the phone to her ear, afraid she'd hear the click of him hanging up. "I miss you, Meri. I love y—" Meridith jabbed the Delete button, and Jake's voice was gone. She knew her limits. It

What's going on behind those green eyes?" "So much." "Tell me." It

Jake played the message again, catching the details this time. She was leaving the kids to him? Leaving them here? He swiped the phone off the table, and it hit the wall with a thump. This wasn't what he wanted. Yes, he wanted the kids, but not at Meridith's expense; they needed her. He needed her. Hadn't she listened to his messages? Didn't she know he loved her? If only he could make her believe it. How

Would you like to dance?" She arched a delicate brow. "With you?" He reached for his drink. "I'll take that as a no." "Feel free to ask someone else, Murphy." He wasn't leaving her now, even if he wanted to dance with someone else—and he didn't.

You can call me Seth, you know." She shrugged. "You used to." She used to do other things with him too. Like laugh and touch and make small talk. "Jack always called you Murphy. I got used to it.

Everything okay?" Jake appeared at her side. "Would you stop sneaking up on me?" she said, unwilling to admit that the insanely loud washing machine may have disguised his entrance. He