Quotes About Correspondence

I love writing letters. In order to write a novel in first person, I think I needed an addressee.

I just happen to be from the generation that, like a lot of my older friends, started out writing letters.

I'm known for being quite gobby, but also, I'm quite old fashioned in the sense that I like writing letters.

I'd much rather send my friends letters rather than emails.

I'm a fan of writing, and writing letters, because I hate when I'm trying to get a thought out, and I can't.

I'm lucky if I write a letter.

I would really hate to have e-mail. It's bad enough with all the mail I get.

I spend almost every morning with mail.

All the mail that I got, half of it said, 'You looked exactly like my brother,' or, 'You look exactly like so-and-so.'

And it's a pity too that I've no right to open your letters. I hope you don't get many, or my conscience will give me no peace.

A letter. For me. That was something of an event. The crisp-cornered envelope, puffed up with its thickly folded contents, was addressed in a hand that must have given the postman a certain amount of trouble.

Side by side they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gestures which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid.

I often thought how peculiar my life must look to someone reading those letters, far away.

metaphor (n) a figure of speech that says that one thing is another different thing as a way to compare the two and note their similarities; for example: "my mother is a battleship" or "school was a rollercoaster

I adore correspondence. When a letter arrives from a friend it is like getting a small present.

Otto gave me a copy of the farewell letter Anne wrote to me in hiding. I was surprised because there were two letters: the second was a reply to a letter she pretended I had written to her. She wrote: "I am thinking so much of you," and "Let's always be good friends until I come back." She must have been very lonely.

It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence.

I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve to you.

No obstante, los Noailles me escribieron para preguntarme si no podría encontrar algún trabajo interesante para Aldous Huxley. ¡Deliciosa ingenuidad!

I said I would write one letter every day after the mail came. But I did not do that for long. I did not answer most of the letters that came to me. I would plan to walk south in the early part of the afternoon, so as to get a little sun on my face. But I did not do that for long. Although I liked the idea of a rigid order, and seemed to believe that a thing would have more value if it was part of an order, I quickly became tired of the order.

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Coxeter also wrote a long mathematical explanation in his letter, which was beyond Escher's comprehension, as he remarked in a letter to George and Corrie. Baarn, 28 May 1960: 'I had an enthusiastic letter from Coexter about my coloured fish, which I sent him. Three pages of explanation of what I actually did... It's a pity that I understand nothing, absolutely nothing of it...

donner à chaque chose les tons qui lui conviennent"

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.