Quotes About Interaction

As I sat in my chair, her gaze followed me. I adjusted the fit of my headset and paused when I realized she was staring. She liked looking at me.

socializing with others is more exhausting than refreshing. I have to consider everything I want to say, and then filter it through my mind before I speak so what emerges from my mouth doesn't offend with its bluntness.

But thank you." "All right. Let me know

I made a decision about Doreen that night. I decided I would watch her and listen to what she said, but deep down I would have nothing at all to do with her.

I hate saying anything to a group of people. When I talk to a group of people I always have to single out one and talk to him, and all the while I am talking I feel the others are peering at me and taking unfair advantage. I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say 'Fine'.

Put on a face to meet the faces that you meet - T S Eliot - used in The Book Of Peach

We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.

Momma crossed her arms over her apron bib and worked the small of her back against the edge of the doorframe. Daddy drew a Tareyton out of the pack in his shirtpocket and looked straight at me and talked straight at Momma and said, "Madness.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

Well here again that don't apply But I've gotta use words when I talk to you.

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet

Urbanity provides us with so many ways to avoid people. Isn't that what distinguishes it from traditional rural life, where the onus, perhaps because it was difficult & rare, was more on greeting people?

The Stone Girl looked down at the ground for a long moment, then up at Renie, squinting her pockmark eyes as though against a fierce sun. "Before I met you," she asked with a certain delicacy, "did you sort of . . . fall down? Maybe on your head?

Bombay is a city where gossip is treated as a commodity.

The very fact that a Frenchman was prepared, after tow minutes of conversation, to be so friendly towards anyone, especially one who had come from England, made me restless.

and it made me uncomfortable the way this guy was eating a scrawny chicken wing and looking at me. You know, I just wanted to tell him to knock it off and be a person.

Not one word, Kel warned. Tobe and I have reached an understanding. Neal's lips twitched. Why do I feel you did most of the understanding.

She glared at him. Why are you forever asking hard questions? He smiled. Sooner or later you'll have to be able to answer one. Daja shoved him, grinning.

Not kind," he told her. "Grateful. Admiring. You're getting my shirt wet.

Typing on a screen isn't the same as talking face-to-face," Gramma Bea said, prying Fana's worries wide open. "Life is something you touch. Typing is easy. Touching is hard." Gramma

do i look like i can't hear you?

Conraj starts to talk to the Cat, which sometimes purrs, like a polite acquaintance whose mind is on other things.