Quotes About Conversation

Not wanting anyone to pop my bubble by speaking to me, I immediately began reading Lesbian Nuns, and that did the trick. No one attempted small talk.

The worst part of it has been, I think, the adverse effect on family life. It kills off family conversation. And it's harder to get your children to read books. I became a confirmed reader when I was growing up in Glendale. I've loved reading all my life. Now I've got this daughter, Aissa, a very bright young lady -- but it is a hard job to get her to read. Television's just too easy.

Stoner and Masters smiled at each other, and they spoke no more of the question that evening. But for years afterward, at odd moments, Stoner remembered what Masters had said; and though it brought him no vision of the University to which he had committed himself, it did reveal to him something about his relationship to the two men, and it gave him a glimpse of the corrosive and unspoiled bitterness of youth.

She turned to him and pulled her lips in what he knew must be a smile. "Not at all. I'm having a lovely time. Really.

The party was like many another. Conversation began desultorily, gathered a swift but feeble energy, and trailed irrelevantly into other conversations; laughter was quick and nervous, and it burst like tiny explosives in a continuous but unrelated barrage all over the room; and the members of the party flowed casually from one place to another, as if quietly occupying shifting positions of strategy.

Those who wish well to the State ought to choose to places of trust men of inward principle, justified by exemplary conversation.

You don't seriously suggest that thet're talking when they make that rattling noise.

There they sit, with everyone thinking no more of them than they might of a pretty odd lot of cabbages, yet half the time they're pattering and clattering away at one another. Why? What is it they patter about? That's what I want to know.' I

Have a conversation in your mind with a younger version of you!

One of them was the usual Irishman who stands by the bar of every pub selling talk for beer, one of the oldest professions.

Things became more civilized all of a sudden. Coffee does that. Or maybe it is women who do that.

the Cup That Cheers

I ken who you are! You're Strathfearn's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me -- who don't you deserve a glass of water?

The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house.

Hey Chris, bet you don't know the Latin name of the red-headed woodpecker." That was a hard one. Chris had to say Melanerpes erythrocephalus very slowly.

Raven: "You don't have a hot date, do you?" Alexander: "Yes. I do, as a matter of fact." Raven: "You do?" Alexander: "Yes, and it is almost ending.

I'm sure they just felt more comfortable talking to me.' 'Why would I make them so uncomfortable?' Mulder asked. Scully faced him, hesitating... 'It's probably because of your... reputation.' 'Reputation?' he echoed, sounding puzzled. 'I have a reputation?' Mulder was deliberately giving her a hard time... 'They feel your methods, your theories are...' 'Spooky?' Mulder guessed. 'What about you? You think I'm... spooky?

Quite the contrary, it was an act of disdain for the complicated interchange known as conversation: for its vagaries, lost and meandering trails, half-understandings, and mysterious clarities. For the meaning of a pun is clear, all too clear. It demands a leap in understanding, to the exact place the punner demands.

Let's go, then," Ellery said, stopping a sigh. "Shall we go?" the Superintendent asked promptly. And after a few silent moments of walking he said, "That is the communal dining hall." "I know, Superintendent. I ate there this morning. And yesterday. And the day before." The man looked at him glassily. "It is where the community eats," he said. "Ah," said Ellery. "Thank you." What was the use?

Simon and I by then were practicing to be apart, rehearsing together in the same room and often in the same conversation.

Talk about anything long enough, and you cut it down to size.

They were talking about things that didn't matter a fig, not with the huge yawning grief burning a hole in his chest because of what had happened to her. To Josie. His Josie, now.

I miss talking to you.' 'I can't imagine why. We haven't talked about anything particularly interesting in years.' 'I thought it was interesting. Perhaps I like talking about boring things with you.

How are you getting along with Lavinia?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "I'm so happy she and her mother have come to pay us a visit. I do believe she's one of the most direct people I've ever met. She says exactly what's she's thinking, but with utmost tact. I adore her.