Quotes About Communication

Why do I have to tell a story?" I asked. "Because if you don't tell the story, someone else will tell it for you." ? The Inheritance Games

It was always going to be you," I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. "It's times like this, Heiress, that I wish I'd fallen in love with a girl who wasn't quite so good at bluffing.

Ik heb nog iets van je tegoed. - Emilia

I have to say, Heiress, I'm not a big fan of comas.

Evie." Grayson gave her a look, the kind of Grayson Hawthorne look that burned itself into your memory because it said everything he wouldn't. "It's not him.

We wachten wel tot u klaar bent met bidden,' antwoordde ik op een toon die mijn nederigheid moest overbrengen - of dat in elk geval proberen. 'Met bidden?' gromde Nan. 'Met onze Schepper eens goed de waarheid te vertellen, bedoel je.' 'Mijn grootvader heeft deze kapel gebouwd zodat Nan ergens tegen God kon schreeuwen,' zei Jameson tegen me.

telling the story so no one else tells it for you.

Knock, knock!" Xander stuck his head out the door to the roof. "I just happened to have my ear pressed to this door. I might have overheard some things, and I have a suggestion!

was always going to be you," I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. "It's times like this, Heiress, that I wish I'd fallen in love with a girl who wasn't quite so good at bluffing.

I flashed back to the moment he'd kissed me. I'd kissed him back. Since then we hadn't even managed to look at each other. We hadn't really talked. So why was he calling now? Where is he? "Hello?" I answered. "Avery." Grayson lingered on my name, just for a moment.

Nash, I've cued up the Taylor Swift for you.

your hips are utterly incapable of falsehood.

The sales attendant's tone was so carefully nonjudgmental that I was almost certain she was judging me.

Libby moved toward Nash and took his phone from his pocket. There was something intimate about the action--the way he let her, the way she knew he would.

Seriously?" Xander wheezed. "You're playing strip bowling without me? Never mind. Focus! This is me focusing.

I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered... "There are so many things that I will never say.

That's what I love about you, Heiress." Jameson had a habit of tossing out words that should matter like they didn't at all.

There's only so much one can do with Mercury in retrograde, but…" She let out a long, theatrical breath.

I guess you never know what other people are thinking, do you?

Lexie and I made little paper boats like that and sent them down the canal that flowed to the stream. She'd write messages inside them, hoping they would get carried far away, be picked up by a stranger who would read: I'm being held prisoner, send help, please! This is a note from the other side of the world. Everything is upside down here.

A spirit may come to pass along a message you may not wish to hear or even to warn you of something.

Reggie had always been a quiet kid, even with her own family, and part of the reason for this was that she never knew the right thing to say. Words didn't come easily to her, they were stumbling blocks rather than lines of connection. And only later, after the fact, when she was replaying conversations in her head late at night, did the right words come—a cruel joke, too little, too late.

Because that's what our family does. Pretends that if we don't talk about a thing, it didn't happen. As if we could shape the truth with our stories, or lack thereof.

Storytelling wasn't about making things up. It was more like inviting the stories to come through her, let themselves be told.