Quotes About Conversation

On the whole, he seems to have used the notebook, and the quiet hours of recording, as a way of conversing with himself – a means of clarification of his own thoughts.

What did you spend so much time talking about with Ila? If you weren't dancing with that long-legged fellow, you were talking to her like it was some kind of secret." "Ila was giving me advice on being a woman," Egwene replied absently. He began laughing, and she gave him a hooded, dangerous look that he failed to see. "Advice! Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are." "That," Egwene said, "is probably why you make such a bad job of it.

When you ask questions, Lini used to say, then you have to hear the answers whether you want to or not.

Wildfire did not run through dry woods as fast as gossip ran through women.

I could wish somebody wanted to talk about something besides the weather. Everyone complains about it.

What are you two blathering about?" she said sharply. "Just things that men talk about," Lan replied. "You wouldn't understand," Rand said.

How can any man tell all that he knows, Great Lord," the little man said smoothly. "It would be only prattle, until it becomes useful.

Now tell me, Loial. What do you know of Be'lal. And briefly, for once. I want your long memory, not your long wind.

He kept up a constant chatter as they hunted through the packed streets. Rand made an effort to listen, and even to say something now and then, but it was an effort. He was not tired; he did not want to sleep. He just felt as if he were drifting.

the more people were listening, the more he tended to forget what he intended to say and go off on tangents. In truth, he had to admit that sometimes he rambled a bit with only a few listeners.

Our fine Governor called me here to ask me to talk to you--said you didn't seem too happy here. He knows we're pals. He wanted me to just--I don't know, make sure you weren't going to cause any trouble or something.

Weißt du, diese ganzen Small-talk Fragen, sie funktionieren nicht mehr. Hast du Kinder? Wo leben deine Eltern? Was macht dein Mann? Wie viele Brüder und Schwestern hast du? Sport, Wetter, Arbeit... Die ganze Palette. Es funktioniert einfach nicht mehr. Aber die Macht der Gewohnheit, nicht wahr? (Lori)

Listening is more important than talking. If that were not true, God would not have given us two ears and only one mouth.

They lived with the intensity of two people aware that change would come. And when it came, it would come quickly; so there were things to talk about which could not be avoided any longer.

It's an insoluble dilemma, really. Presidents change, different men with different temperaments and appetites sit in the Oval Office. However, a long-range intelligence strategy doesn't change, not one like this. Yet an offhand remark over a glass of whiskey in a postpresidential conversation, or an egotistical phrase in a memoir, can blow that same strategy right to hell. There isn't a day that we don't worry about those men who have survived the White House.

not sure of much of anything these days. Maybe that's why I talk so much.

What I would like to do is use the time that is coming now to talk about some things that have come to mind. We're in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone.

the idea that one person's mind is accessible to another's is just a conversational illusion, just a figure of speech, an assumption that makes some kind of exchange between basically alien creatures seem plausible, and that really the relationship of one person to another is ultimately unknowable.

It is as though two old friends, a Catholic and Protestant, were sitting drinking beer, enjoying life, and the subject of birth control somehow came up. Big freeze-out.

I read a sentence or two, wait for him to come up with his usual barrage of questions, answer them, then read another sentence or two. Classics read well this way. They must be written this way. Sometimes we have spent a whole evening reading and talking and discovered we have only covered two or three pages. It's a form of reading done a century ago.. when Chautauquas were popular. In less you've tried it you can't imagine how pleasant it is to do it this way.

I'm not sure of much of anything these days. Maybe that's why I talk so much.

I would like to do is use the time that is coming now to talk about some things that have come to mind. We're in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone. Now that we do have some time, and know it, I would like to use the time to talk in some depth about things that seem important.

I walk up the long main street in the gathering dusk and feel the presence of the mountains even though we talk about other things. I feel happy to be here, and still a little sad to be here too. Sometimes it's a little better to travel than to arrive.

It is important to remember that anytime you feel the need to begin a conversation with the words, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but . . . it's almost always a conversation that shouldn't happen at all. So, if you feel the need to say, I probably shouldn't say this . . . then DON'T! Just hush. That little nudge you are feeling is probably the Holy Spirit saying, Don't go there. You're going to regret the words you're about to speak. Or as King David wrote, Muzzle it! I