Quotes About Conversation

My love, I caught sight of you a few moments ago, deep in conversation with a very sober-looking man, and I thought here is a bureaucrat sent by Reality to demand a full accounting, to investigate us on suspicion of fraud... on suspicion of being happy. Yes, there is something scandalous, something privileged and elitist about our love, because two people happily in love always turn their backs on the world; and so I am afraid. (From Laura's note).

When a group of friends have enjoyed fine conversation together, you will find that uddenly omething extraordinary happen . A they are peaking, it' a if a park ignite , pa ing from one peaker to another, and a it travel , it gather trength, building into a warm and illuminating flame of mutual under tanding which none of them could have achieved alone. SOCRATES, IN PLATO'S "CRITIAS

such exchanges should be carried on with caution.

A day out-of-doors, someone I loved to talk with, a good book and some simple food and music -- that would be rest.

Speaking in possibility springs from the appreciation that what we say creates a reality; how we define things sets a framework for life to unfold. A practice of this chapter and of the book as a whole is to distinguish between talk in the downward spiral and conversations for possibility. The question one asks is: *

Millie was talking about the classes she would take next semester. Patrice was listening to the titles of the classes. "What do I have to do to become a lawyer?" asked Patrice. Millie told her.

He led and directed conversations. He did not resort to subterfuge, certainly of this nature. And yet, even if he had, not one of the Catholic Daughters, nuns, or Theresians, would have challenged him. This elderly Ojibwe woman did so with a perfect ease.

Why were they talking all at once? Omakayas wondered. Nokomis thought for a while. I think they talk to each other all the time, she said, but our minds are not always peaceful enough to hear them.

It thrills me when a young person such as yourself speaks of dust issues!

Our conversations slide through time, and we dwell often on setting straight the town record.

Romeo keeps talking after Father Travis walks through the door. Keeps on talking to the empty coffeepot and waiting chairs, to the walls, to the sun shafts through basement window, to the food smells, to the hands, the knees, the air. Keeps on talking because once he finishes he does not know what will happen next, what awaits him anywhere in his won life, and because he cannot leave with these embarrassing sheets of snot and tears still running down his face.

When you stop to examine the way in which words are formed and uttered, our sentences are hard put to it to survive the disaster of their slobbery origins. The mechanical effort of conversation is nastier and more complicated than defecation.

The mechanical effort of conversation is nastier and more complicated than defecation.

Depuis longtemps, je n'avais pas entendu des voix aussi distinguées moi. Ils ont une certaine manière de parler les gens distingués qui vous intimide et moi qui m'effraye, tout simplement, surtout leurs femmes, c'est cependant rien que des phrases mal foutues et prétentieuses, mais astiquées alors comme des vieux meubles. Elles font peur leurs phrases bien qu'anodines. On a peur de glisser dessus, rien qu'en leur répondant.

Why do you always talk about death?" "Because it's part of us," Quinn said softly "Part of our lives.

You know what's the worst thing about parents dying?" Harrison said. "It's all the questions you'll never get to ask them. Little things you thought you'd have forever to find out.

To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations-such is a pleasure beyond compare.

She was not a shy person, Georgie, but chatting to friendly baristas in cafés when she ventured out for a coffee or sandwich had so far been the extent of her socializing here in

Don't you know that it is only the very foolish folk who talk sense all the time? (Anne)

Katie Maurice was a little girl like myself, and I loved her dearly. I would stand before that door and prattle to Katie for hours, giving and receiving confidences. In especial, I liked to do this at twilight, when the fire had been lit and the rooms and its reflections were a glamour of light and shadow.

The mention of college gave a new direction to Gilbert's thoughts, and they talked for a time of their plans and wishes... gravely, earnestly, hopefully, as youth loves to talk, while the future is yet an untrodden path full of wonderful possibilities.

The mention of college gave a new direction to Gilbert's thoughts, and they talked for a time of their plans and whishes... gravely, earnestly, hopefully, as youth loves to talk, while the future is yet an untrodden path full of wonderful possibilities.

In the middle of a conversation, someone says to me out of the blue: I wish you luck. I am astonished; but later I realize that these words connect up with his thoughts about me. And now they do not strike me as meaningless any more.

A new word is like a fresh seed sown on the ground of the discussion