Quotes About Communication

Is it that they think it a duty to be continually talking,' pursued she: 'and so never pause to think, but fill up with aimless trifles and vain repetitions when subjects of real interest fail to present themselves, or do they really take a pleasure in such discourse?

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant.

I fear a Man of frugal speech - I fear a Silent Man - Haranguer - I can overtake - Or Babbler - entertain - But He who weigheth - While the Rest - Expend their furthest pound - Of this Man - I am wary - I fear that He is Grand -

Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I'm watching for you, but the words won't come, though the tears will, and I sit down disappointed. Yet, darling, you know it all-- then why do I seek to tell you? I do not know. In thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I do fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hopelessly insane, and chain myself up there so I won't injure you.

This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,-- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me!

Susie, what shall I do - there is'nt room enough; not half enough, to hold what I was going to say. Wont you tell the man who makes sheets of paper, that I hav'nt the slightest respect for him!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

How vain it seems to write, when one knows how to feel-- how much more near and dear to sit beside you, talk with you, hear the tones of your voice...Give me strength, Susie, write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endure...

Tell the truth, but tell it slant.

I never spoke — unless addressed — And then, 'twas brief and low — I could not bear to live — aloud — The Racket shamed me so — And if it had not been so far — And any one I knew Were going — I had often thought How noteless — I could die —

A letter always feels to me like Immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

Love's stricken why Is all that love can speak— Built of but just a syllable, The hugest hearts that break.

Solamente el silencio nos da miedo. En la voz siempre hay algo que nos salva. Sin embargo, el silencio es lo infinito. No se le ve la cara.

Come le donne le foglie si scambiano confidenze acute. A volte sono cenni, a volte illazioni portentose.

I sing to use the Waiting My bonnet but to tie, And close the door unto my house No more to do have I 'Till his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sung To keep the dark away.

Saying nothing sometimes says the most.

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me.

A word is dead when it said, some say... I say it just begins to live that day.

I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.