Quotes About Conversation

Today Alessandro had his first meeting with a Frenchman from the "conversation exchange" website. His name is Florent, and he wants to learn Italian because he bought a plot of land in a tiny village near Lucca, in Tuscany, and he plans to build a house there. But mostly because he is in love with a waitress he met in the village.

The foolish face of praise,'" Uncle Frosty quoted. "'. . . the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease, in answer to conversation which does not interest us.'" "Who wrote that?" I asked in astonishment. "Emerson.

As he spoke, he turned and looked at me, with such complete comprehension in his eyes that I felt we'd somehow discussed the subject exhaustively. In fact, for just a second I was irrationally convinced that in some previous conversation I couldn't quite remember we'd talked about everything on earth . . . It was a queer sensation a?kind of flash of recognition

Erano sette ore che essi conversavano, e non s'erano detti nemmeno la settima parte delle cose che avevano da dirsi.

Then, somehow, P. J. Proby became embroiled in the conversation. I'd love to be able to tell you what the trouser-splitting, ponytail-wearing enfant terrible of mid-sixties pop had to say regarding my impending wedding, its potential cancellation and, indeed, whether or not I was a homosexual, but by then I was incredibly pissed, and the exact details are a little hazy, although at some point I must have given in and conceded that John was right, at least about the marriage.

Hablo de libros siempre, todos los días, en la comida, por correo, por teléfono, por skype, por chat, por facebook.

He closed his eyes now and imagined that he was talking to his mother on the phone. "Oh, hi, Mom. How are you? Me? Oh, I'm great. I'm just hanging out in the eighteenth century. Behave myself? Don't worry, Mom, George Washington and a few of his friends are here to see to that. Home? I don't know when I'll be back, but I will come back, I promise.

Don't start me talking I could talk all night My mind goes sleepwalking While I'm putting the world to right.

Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking, when I hear the silly things that you say.

Each having thus delivered himself of words which meant nothing, both now seated themselves and proceeded to look mighty grave.

Dup? orice conversaÅ£ie, eÅŸti mai p?r?sit ca în mormânt. Å¢i?ai uÅŸurat spiritul ÅŸi Å£i?a putrezit inima. Vorbele au zburat în vânt ÅŸi cu ele substanÅ£a izol?rii tale.

Îmi pare r?u c? nu suf?r de halucinaÅ£ii ca s? înjgheb o conversaÅ£ie cu vocile m?rii, spre a uita pe oameni ÅŸi femeile lor. Destinul meu de ex-amorezat într'o lume de p??iri zadarnice ÅŸi repetate m? apropie mai mult ca niciodat? de prostia elementelor, de clarele non-r?spunsuri ale naturii.

Y es que no puedo hablar de los más profundo si no es a solas con alguien: ese momento en el que dos soledades pueden intentar comunicarse.

Conversation is fruitful only between minds given to consolidating their perplexities.

The dissolving power of conversation. One realizes why both meditation and action require silence.

To have opinions is inevitable, is natural; to have convictions is less so. Each time I meet someone who has convictions, I wonder what intellectual vice, what flaw has caused him to acquire such a thing. However legitimate this question, my habit of raising it spoils the pleasure of conversation for me, gives me a bad conscience, makes me hateful in my own eyes.

What is the point of what we say? Is there any meaning to this series of propositions which constitutes our talk? And do these propositions, taken one by one, have any object? We can talk only if we set aside this question, or if we raise it as infrequently as possible.

I believe speech to be a recent invention, and find it hard to imagine a dialogue that dates back beyond ten thousand years. And even harder, a dialogue that will occur in not ten thousand but even a thousand years from now.

Fanaticism is the death of conversation. We do not gossip with a candidate for martyrdom. What are we to say to someone who refuses to penetrate our reasons and who, the moment we do not bow to his, would rather die than yield? Give us dilettantes and sophists, who at least espouse all reasons...

On devrait s'en tenir à un seul idiome, et en approfondir lamconnaissance à chaque occasion. Pour un écrivain, bavarder avec une concierge est bien plus profitable que s'entretenir avec un savant dans une langue étrangère.

Forced to face their depths and fearing them, the Jews try to bypass, to elude them by clinging to the trifles of conversation: they talk, they talk . .

We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.

Geschwätz ist jede Konversation mit einem, der nicht gelitten hat.

There are few pleasures which loosen the tongue as much as that of sharing wine, glass in hand.