Quotes About Interaction

Besides, those few people who aren't a mess are probably good for about twenty minutes of dinner conversation.

Your voice is sad and your hands are slow, And your eye meeting mine turns away.

Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee.

Where physical survival was relatively easy, one created rules to make social survival more difficult.

I don't expect answers from anyone. The most I ever hope for is that here and there one may find someone who at least acknowledges the question!

And Charlotte, she knew, would be no rival, because Charlotte always spoilt any visual effect she might have made as soon as she opened her mouth! Why did Charlotte always have to say what she thought, instead of what she certainly had enough wit to know people wished?

With his finger curled under his lip, his elbow on the arm of the couch, he merely studied me as I recounted the memories, and now he was eager for the tale to go on.

She'd always liked to listen to people, especially when they talked so much that she didn't have to say anything much herself.

I can write it myself," I said, "if only you give me the parchment and the pen. I need for you to send it, and establish this place for the receipt of an answer to it.

Once again, he smiled at me so knowingly, with such a quiet air of triumph.

Marius needed to speak in a long flow of words as much as Thorne needed to hear words. Marius and Thorne had come upon each other in the proper moment.

You know, we could play a game. We meet and I start talking, and slap damn, you kill me when I take a verbal turn you don't like.

He glanced at me again, a flash of brilliant eyes and a smile that was gone in an instant as I looked back to the man in the chair.

Sometimes when he was dealing with people, he felt like he was operating one of those claw machines on a boardwalk, those shovel things where you tried to scoop up a prize but the controls were too unwieldy and you worked at too great a remove.

someone who doesn't say please or thank you or smile when you'd expect him to and thinks 'How are you?' means 'How are you?' and stands too close to people when he talks and never tells them, 'I think maybe perhaps such-and-such,' but always, flat-out, 'You are wrong,' and 'This is bad,' and 'She is stupid'; no shades of gray, all black and white and 'What I say goes.'

Derek glanced over at her. Then he closed his magazine, leaving a finger inside as a marker, and undid his seat belt and stood up. "Trade places with me," he said. Willa gazed up at him imploringly. "Come on. Move." She fumbled for her seat belt. She undid the buckle, holding her breath, and then she clutched her purse and sat forward, wincing as she braced for the slam of the bullet. Nothing happened.

understand." Allie said, "Well, I don't know that we would need to go that far." He relaxed his grip on the phone. The two young girls just behind him could not stop laughing. They kept dissolving in cascades of giggles, sputtering and squeaking. What did girls that age find so

In fact Alice was surprised to hear that her father had even noticed whether David went into the water or not, because he and Bentley liked to stand waist-deep with their arms folded across their chests and talk about sewage or something.

Red grabbed the receiver at the very same instant that Abby flung herself across him to grab it herself. He had it first, but there was a little tussle and somehow she was the one who ended up with it.

When studying tools of influence, people always ask the question, "How can I make them listen to me?" They ask because that is what they think they want to learn. Unfortunately, this can never be learned because it can't be done. You can't make someone listen. You can entice, inspire, cajole, stimulate, or fascinate but you cannot make anyone listen to anything. Embracing this fact up-front lets us focus on what we can do.

British people were supposed to be reserved, but apparently if you added a dog to the mix, reserve went straight out the window.

Under her high brows, she eyed him straight on and straight across. She had gone to girls' schools, he recalled later. Those girls looked straight at you.

They talk with their hands, a gesture for every syllable, conductors guiding their conversation like an orchestra.

Bob had found fundamentally foreknowledged form in the way Annie giggled