Quotes About Conversation

man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.)

We are verbivores, a species that lives on words, and the meaning and use of language are bound to be among the major things we ponder, share, and dispute.

Often the pronouns I, me, and you are not just harmless but downright helpful. They simulate a conversation, as classic style recommends, and they are gifts to the memory-challenged reader.

In The Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal Lecter (a.k.a. Hannibal the Cannibal) taunts his pursuer by saying, "I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner.

We are verbivores, a species that lives on words.

It is a real puzzle for the science of mind why, when an unpleasant event befalls us—we slice our thumb along with the bagel, or knock a glass of beer into our lap—the topic of our conversation turns abruptly to sexuality, excretion, or religion.

Without a substrate of thoughts to underlie our words, we do not truly speak but only babble, blabber, blather, chatter, gibber, jabber, natter, patter, prattle, rattle, yammer, or yadda, yadda—an onomatopoeic lexicon for empty speech that makes plain the expectation that the sounds coming out of our mouths are ordinarily about something.

Oxytocin is the hormone of love. We share it when we have a good conversation, we share it when we make love, and when we hug, and BIRTH is the biggest brightest time of rich oxytocin-sharing.

I'm very girly. I love to talk about diets, exercise, kids, make-up.

If I were to name my favorite pastime, I'd have to say talking about myself. I love it and I think most other people do too. We need, people like us, more listeners and less talkers.

What we love usually manages to get into our conversation. What is down in the well of the heart will come up in the bucket of the speech.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

I don't mind solitude. I love talking to other people, but I do need my space.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

I actually love talking about taking pictures, and I think that helps everyone.

I would love to have a long and serious conversation with the Pope. And Woody Allen, whom I have never interviewed. Then, after those two? Steve Jobs.

I love going to the feed store and drinking coffee and talking about how much rain we need.

I cannot hold with those who wish to put down the insignificant chatter of the world.

Sitting at home the way I do, I'd just love the hear from people. It'd be a great help in passing the time.

I'm definitely a people person. I love socializing and being around people and having a good conversation.

Did i say something wrong?" "Well, in your defense, there is no right thing to say.

I could report the rest of the conversation, but it's just more of the same, two people whose love became toxic, lobbing regret grenades at each other.

You didn't invent grief. My shrink once told me that." "Really? Your shrink told you about me?