Quotes About Interaction

If a woman so much as stands alone and by herself somewhere, all sorts of men gather around her showing their teeth.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

Everything in my life revolves around people playing at being something.

It's only natural, when two separate universes touch.

Most people are constantly perpetrating little acts of violence on others, even when they don't mean to.

Yo creo que se reían de puro alborozo, por la felicidad que sentían de hallarse el uno frente al otro.

It sounded like I was coming on to him, feigning helplessness and acting like a child.

It is a safer rule, however, for the speaker to try to conciliate the hostile element, and it has been a rule of mine for the last five years to endeavor to locate such centers of frigidity as may be found before me, and then direct all my energies toward " thawing them out."

On the opposite side of the street, children gather around a blind man who sells colourful balloons.

personality to match. He had an opinion about everything that went on in her house, from where she kept the tea bags to Billy's spelling tests to why she didn't buy out Aidan and run the bar herself. And to make matters worse, he had a better social life

Reverence for creation comes easily to most people. Reverence for other people presents more of a challenge, especially if those people's lives happen to impinge upon your own.

We had all commenced that thrusting and parrying that always goes on when you meet new people. How I hated those games. I wondered if they went on forever. Did you ever grow up enough not to have to jockey for position? Could you ever just say, 'Hi, I'm Rachel Gold. I like to read and eat. Who are you?

I want my new friends and my old friends to get together,' she said, 'so we're going to have a shoe dance. All the guys take off one shoe and put it in the middle of the floor. All the girls pick a shoe, find its mate, and dance with the fellow who's wearing it.' Without a second's hesitation, I glanced over at Billy. He was standing next to Sally at the victrola. His saddle shoes were black and white, not brown and white, and very dirty. I memorized the dirt.

Most of the time when you talk to people, nothing happens. It's all just, 'Pass me the salt,' and 'Remember to pick up some shampoo for me when you go to the drugstore.' But, when I talked to Jeff, I felt that he was touching my mind and I was touching his.

What made a crush "obvious" to other people? Was it when someone noticed your drawing, and remembered it for months afterward? Or kept talking to you, but always with a bunch of awkward silences? Or wouldn't stop blushing? Or invited you to Comic Con?

he shot her a dry, sidelong glance. "The phones started

I was just about to call out to him when a woman followed him out of the townhouse. She was carrying a little boy. As I stood there watching, my father took the little boy from her and held him. He wrapped his other arm around the woman.

Horses are honest. They don't hide their feelings. If they want to kick you, they kick you. People will wait for the most opportune moment, and then they kick you.

Cause punishment takes the friendly right out of you.

Inanimate objects were often so much nicer than people.

I wonder if he kissed her, Jane thought. She was surprised to hear that they had had what seemed to be quite an intelligent conversation, for she had never found Fabian very much good in that line. She had a theory that this was why he tended to make love to woman - because he couldn't really think of much to say to them.

At least he would be taking away a pot of his favourite jelly, which was a great deal more than one usually got out of trying to interfere in other people's business.

What was the point of living in a suburb if one couldn't show a healthy curiosity about one's neighbours?

The conversation did not go very well and I began telling him about the people with their trays in the great cafeteria and suggesting that it would have done us more good to go there to be put in mind of our own mortality.