Quotes About Interaction

Being the one that doesnt text back feels so much better than being the one ignored.

I don't like being ignored by you, even if I ignored you first.

You ignore me? I will ignore you. If you don't start the conversation, we won't talk. If you don't put in the effort. Why should I?

My level of immaturity changes depending on who I'm with.

There is no use of trying to be kind to those who are always rude to you.

Dont complain about being lonely when my numbers in your phone...

I think people confuse me being nice with flirting...which is awkward.

Users can't use you, UNLESS you're giving them something to use.

Netflix is soo much better than going out and pretending to like people.

Don't expose your weaknesses. People are slow at understanding you, but very quick at taking advantage of the things you say.

She felt special until she saw you talk to every other girl like that.

The less you respond to negative people, the more peaceful your life will be.

Life always find a way of giving us back whatever we give to it.

Lady," he said, "I am sorry to trouble you." "You have not been trouble yet," I said.

Enough," she said, putting a finger on Guy's lips. He opened his mouth and bit it lightly, then began teasing the end of it with his tongue. "Stop it!" she exclaimed, pulling it out and wiping it on his shirt. "You are the limit, Guy Webber, do you know that?

You're an asshole, you know that?' I asked him. It figured he would pick today to be funny and personable, but I wasn't in the mood. He smiled. 'I know. I work really hard at it.

I don't see that many movies lately that are actually about something, that are trying to challenge something about the way that people interact.

I will send word,' he says, behind her, and she starts. She had almost forgotten he was there. What was it he had been saying? 'Send word?' she repeats. 'To whom?' 'To you.' 'To me? Why?' She gestures down at herself. 'I am here before you.

They call to one another in their particular argot: pure Home Counties cut with Teen American. A lot of yips, heys, elongated vowels. They swing bags through the air. Hair is flicked, stroked, tossed. Trousers are worn tight but low; shoes unlaced. The females link arms with their chosen peers; the males perform mock violence upon those they recognize as their tribe.

Will you listen to yourself, she said to him, and added, eejit, just loud enough for him to hear. When I looked back at him I saw that he was looking at her, I saw the way it was, that he might dissolve like sugar in water, and when I saw this I—

On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.

Gone are the days when you simply write a jolly good book and wait for the queues to form. Readers need to be friended, darling. They need to be subscribers. They need to be followers.

The art of conversation lies in listening

it would be interesting to find out what goes on in that moment when someone looks at you and draws all sorts of conclusions.