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Quotes About Conversation

noticing the occasional person who called
~ Anna Jacobs
Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords - philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.
~ Anna Jameson
Entra pure » disse continuando a sorridere in quel modo, lo sguardo dovunque, meno che dove io ero, e porgendomi la mano sudata. « Scusa se ho la mano sudata. Come stai? ».
~ Anna Maria Ortese
their drinks and headed for the back room. It stank of beer and cigarettes. But at least it was empty, apart from the pool table and a few old-fashioned wooden chairs and three tables next to some wall seating. 'That's better.' Rosie plonked herself on a chair, and they sat with their backs to the wall. She leaned across the table, looking from one to the other. 'So. You were saying
~ Anna Smith
Above all, the old newspapers and broadcasters created the possibility of a single national conversation. In many advanced democracies there is now no common debate, let alone a common narrative. People have always had different opinions. Now they have different facts.
~ Anne Applebaum
Vlad stared at Simon. "Meg told the Elders they were . . ." "Bad puppies," Simon finished. "Yeah." A minute passed before Vlad said, "Why?" "They didn't say 'please' when they asked for cookies." "I don't know what to say." Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. "That's okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.
~ Anne Bishop
What did you do to Zuulaman ?" "Zuulaman ? That's a word without meaning." "It's a place, as you very well know." Saetan shook his head. "It doesn't exist.
~ Anne Bishop
Vlad said, sounding regretful. Simon replied.
~ Anne Bishop
Sissy?" Monty said, struggling for control. "It's CJ. I want to talk to Mama." "Mama wrote to you? When she heard about the phone call, she got a mad on and said she would write. It's just that, Jimmy called to see how we were doing . . .
~ Anne Bishop
LIII. What is the holiness of conversation? It is to master death.
~ Anne Carson
A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.
~ Anne Carson
But was talking aloud allowed?
~ Anne Enright
Dubliners talk to each other very easily. We talk as though getting back to it, after some interruption.
~ Anne Enright
The LORD would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks with his friend. EXODUS 33:11
~ Anne Graham Lotz
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Talk is essential, talk stimulates, arguments clarify, speculations which are thrown out to the winds may fall like seed to spring up with a crop of perceptions.
~ Anne Sayre
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard.
~ Anne Spencer
She tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.
~ Anne Stuart
He squeezed Steve's shoulder possessively. "Oh, Zero. He is not you, I must admit. He does not have your bravery, your nobility, your je ne sais quoi, and all he talks about is this magical place called 'Canada'.
~ Anne Ursu
The words kept coming and he could not stop them, not while Callie was standing there so indecipherably, and so he was going to keep talking until he used up all the words there were and then no one would be able to talk to anyone else anymore and then all anyone would have left were one another's unintelligible faces, and maybe some weird gesturing, too, and it would be all Oscar's fault.
~ Anne Ursu
They said words they did not mean, and their conversations seemed to follow all kinds of rules—rules that no one has ever explained to Oscar.
~ Anne Ursu
Es wäre natürlich ganz und gar verfehlt, das aufzuschreiben, worüber Margot und ich halbe Tage und Nächte lang reden, so intensiv und ehrlich von beiden Seiten, dass man sich fast um Kopf und Kragen redet. (Brief an Klaus Mann, 23. Juli 1940)
~ Annemarie Schwarzenbach
Dans les rues, les gens qu'il saluait étaient toujours des jeunes, souvent des étudiants. Quand il s'arrêtait pour leur parler, je me tenais à l'écart, ils me regardaient furtivement. Après, il me racontait le parcours universitaire de celui que nous avions croisé, détaillant ses réussites ou ses échecs.
~ Annie Ernaux