Quotes About Correspondence

The correspondence on this subject brings one again and again to the conclusion that you're united by an all but sacramental indissoluble marriage (...) to your husband, and I by a similar marriage to - I don't know whom, but the eye of this terrible wife often lies on me, I feel it.

Yesterday I advised you not to write me every day, I still hold the same opinion today and it would be very good for both of us, and so I repeat my advice today even more emphatically - only please, Milena, don't listen to me, and write me every day anyway

That was why, if you wanted to keep up a correspondence with him, you couldn't give him any actual news, the kind you would unthinkingly write to even your most distant acquaintance.

When I was only eleven years old, I decided to become a writer. I told this ambition in a letter to Laura Ingalls Wilder; the die was cast. How could I go back on my word?

I left school my senior year to do a play at the Alley Theatre in Houston, Texas. Then while I was doing a play, I auditioned for Juilliard. I got in over the summer, and they told me, 'You have to graduate high school to come here. You don't need the SATs, but you do need to graduate high school.' I finished over the summer through correspondence.

Email is not the simple exchange of text messages. Email is the electronic version of the interoffice mail system used for formal letter or memo communication.

No texting. What happens then? Good old-fashioned letters.

The letters that say 'I'm getting the messages you're sending me through the television screen' are not great. But those are few and far between, thank God. I get wonderful letters, and people send me artwork.

I've gotten a few love letters which I'm very fond of, thank you very much.

I keep all of my letters, postcards, and thank you notes. I'll keep them forever!

Tu as quelqu'un, quelque part ? A qui il faut écrire où on t'a enterré ? – C'est pas la peine de gaspiller un timbre. »

Die unglaubliche Reise des Smithy Ide – Ron McLarty Lieblingszitat: "Lieber Smithy, das hier ist mein Brief an dich, aber ich werde ihn nicht abschicken. Ich schreibe am Fenster in meinem Zimmer, und das Fenster ist offen. Der Ahorn draußen in unserem Garten raschelt, und ich lasse es vom Wind zu dir tragen, denn er kann das, und ich glaube wirklich, dass Worte fliegen können." S. 249

I heard your looking for your sis. My cousin lives in the Cities. She saw her and wrote to you—with her L hand because she broke her R finger pointing out my faults. That's Genevieve for you. Watch the mail.

Two formidable difficulties at once presented themselves: half the correspondence—the letters Dickinson received—had been destroyed and her own letters are undated after 1855.

Given the array of correspondents—Abiah Root, Mrs Holland, Sam Bowles, Maria Whitney, Mabel Todd herself and many minor figures—a distorting omission is the correspondence with Susan. Nowhere is she mentioned. It's a common temptation to editorial power to contrive a bias, sometimes in covert ways. Here the agenda is all too plain.

I'm not a tweeter or a Facebooker or a Grammer. I'm a real grump when it comes to technology. I'm like, come on, just write me a letter.

You know I just dispatched copies to Aldous Huxley & Ezra Pound—finally heard from them. And to Blaise Cendrars.‡ Also wrote a good letter to Emma Goldman.

Had a cordial note from Dos Passos, in Key West, Fla., saying he would be delighted to receive a copy—but I'm not sending him one, for the reason given.)

You never answered back?

No, but I want them — so we can write to each other. And so I can maybe call you from time to time. Watson would let me, I think. You could tell me about your grandsons." Mr. Staples looked thoughtful. "Zach is just your age," he said.

To correspond to; to suit with. In water face answereth to face: so the heart of man to man.BibleProv.xxvii. 19.7.

Both she and Lady L. are very urgent with me to shew them some of the letters in our correspondence; and Miss Grandison says, if that will encourage me to oblige them, they will shew me some of their brother's. — Who would not be tempted by such an exchange? I am more than half-afraid — But surely, in such an heap of stuff as I have written, there is something that I can read to them.

Never write a letter if you can help it, and never destroy one!

peas in a pod.