Quotes About Interruption

One of the first studies in the field of gender and language, by Don H. Zimmerman and Candace West in 1975, found that in casual conversations between women and men, women were interrupted far more often.

The telephone lets anybody say what he wants to the person of his choice; he can conduct business, express love, or pick a quarrel. It is impossible for bureaucrats to define what people say to each other on the phone, even though they can interfere with - or protect - the privacy of their exchange.

You have to do normal things or they don't go away. You have to reassure them. Or they just stand there staring at you, as if you're a car-crash, or pornography.

Well say something, dammit, I'm choking on pretzels!

Holy One, there is something I wanted to tell you, but there have been errands to run, bills to pay, meetings to attend, washing to do ... and I forget what it is I wanted to say to you, and forget what I am about or why. Oh God, don't forget me please, for the sake of Jesus Christ.

like a cat that crawls onto the page when you're trying to read.

So that's the telephone? They ring, and you run.

This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just didn't pick up the phone.

The only time my education was interrupted was when I was in school.

Don't ever interrupt me again. And next time you do, show me the proper respect.

I'm a let you finish, but the French Revolution had the best severed heads of ALL TIME.

Step Zero, which is: Ã¢â'¬Å"This shit has got to stop.

He'd reached the door, then stopped for a moment, looking back at Elinor, staring at her. Master Francis... Mrs. Clarke said in a warning tone. I just wanted to take a last glance at her exquisite feet before you covered them up again. It might be a while before I see them again. It will be never, Elinor said, crossing her arms over her chest. Don't count on it, my pet. Whatever scurrilous lies Mrs. Clarke spreads about my so-called goodness, she'll have to admit that I always get what I want.

Darcy didn't want this interruption to last only a year. She wanted to see how long she could stretch this feeling out. To be dizzy with words again, like in that glorious week at the end of last November when everything had fallen into place. Darcy wanted that feeling not just for a year. She wanted it forever.

The ironic thing is that marketers have responded to this problem with the single worst cure possible. To deal with the clutter and the diminished effectiveness of Interruption Marketing, they're interrupting us even more!

Um, guys, I hate to interrupt whatever weirdness you two are partaking in, but we have a situation in here you might want to check on. (Phobos)

Excuse me, people. You're both lying in the middle of the street. Might want to move before someone else runs over both your damn fool selves." – Sasha

Hey, boss? (Vik) Not now, Vik. (Syn) Dude, listen to the metallic life form. (Vik)

It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.

Before he could finish the question, Will interrupted, thinking to clarify matters but only making them more puzzling—as so often happens.

Gilan saw his face set in determined lines as he clenched his teeth tightly. The fact that the interruption coincided with a larger than usual lurch from Wolfwind was lost on the younger Ranger. He cast a worried look at his old teacher. Halt had loomed large in his life for years. He was indefatigable. He was all-knowing. He was the most capable man Gilan had ever known. He was also seasick. It was something that always

Sorry Ulf, maar ik moest je tegenhouden voordat je verder banjerde. Ik wil niet dat je allerlei sporen uitwist die hij daar achtergelaten kan hebben.' 'Als je maar weet dat ik niet banjer,' zei Ulf, een tikkeltje beledigd. 'Ik beweeg me heel lichtvoetig voort.' 'Neem me niet kwalijk,' zei Lydia. 'Ik bedoelde natuurlijk te zeggen dat ik je moest tegenhouden voordat je daar heel lichtvoetig allerlei sporen zou uitwissen.

FUCK YOU! FUCK, FUCK, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" McCain let out the stream of sharp epithets, both middle fingers raised and extended, barking in his wife's face. He was angry; she had interrupted him. Cindy burst into tears, but, really, she should have been used to it by now.

you are a ring tone on the phone I didn't answer