Quotes About Conversation

Mom is talking to Jack. "I hear you're interested in zoo animals." I snort. There's a sentence you don't hear too often. I fake an insulted sigh. "Well, thank-you, Mother. Yes, I'm hungry, but you don't have to be so honest about it. Your tact is amazing.

Yesterday was my day off and I decided to play hooky for the Bible study I usually go to on Saturday mornings and sleep in. Probably not my most shining moment, but Katie and Eliza kept me up until past two talking about wedding plans and I'd been up since before five. They were Pinteresting wedding décor and I was googling "can you die from sleep deprivation" on my phone under the table. Turns out you can.

The cabbie's eyes sort of glazed over. Canada kills any conversation quick, I learned long ago. It's a little trick of mine.

I dressed to their murmurs in the other room, their voices soft but strained, and I wondered if men ever talked like this, if their sorrows ever spilled into these secret cadences.

My wife says I'd get philosophical with a lamp post if I thought the thing had ears.

Now she was smiling. "And while you're at it," she said, "here's another one for you. Theodicy. That's another word Leibniz used. As long as you have the dictionary out, you might as well look 'em both up." She sipped her tea. "He wrote a whole book about it, as a matter of fact.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Mediocre people have an answer for everything and are astonished at nothing. They always want to have the air of knowing better than you what you are going to tell them; when, in their turn, they begin to speak, they repeat to you with the greatest confidence, as if dealing with their own property, the things that they have heard you say yourself at some other place. A capable and superior look is the natural accompaniment of this type of character.

Language consists in equal parts of speaking and silence.

I am interested in cultivating the fundamentally holy nature of all language, including most definitely the casual, spontaneous , unselfconscious conversational language.

There is no way that I can preach the gospel to these people if I don't know how they are living, what they are thinking and talking about. Preaching is proclamation, God's word revealed in Jesus, but only when it gets embedded in conversation, in a listening ear and responding tongue, does it become gospel.

the primary practice of language is not in giving out information but being in relationship.

Talking to God, I felt, is always better than talking about God; those pious conversations—there's always a touch of self-approval about them. THERESE OF LISIEUX[1] I

A place of worship is a place for listening—listening to God speak. But it is also a place for answering, responding to what is spoken. God's words initiate a conversation. We come together as a congregation in worship to speak "through prayer and praise" with the God who speaks with us.

As aparências enganam: a oração nunca é a primeira palavra, mas sempre a segunda. Deus tem a primeira palavra. A oração é uma fala que responde; ela não é primariamente "petição", mas "resposta".

The way of Jesus cannot be imposed or mapped — it requires an active participation in following Jesus as he leads us through sometimes strange and unfamiliar territory, in circumstances that become clear only in the hesitations and questionings, in the pauses and reflections where we engage in prayerful conversation with one another and with him.

Stories are verbal acts of hospitality.

Why do we all know so much? And why do we feel the unbearable urge to tell each other that we know so much? It's as if we are burdened by the question of what to do with thought, by our brains, by the very weight of the organ…

Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.

This lack of leisure and of intimacy is not a peripheral matter—nothing Socrates thinks can be expeditiously conveyed by public deliverance; it must always be slowly engendered in leisurely direct conversation with its accompanying inner dialogue (Theaetetus 172 d). Socrates' positive wisdom stated concisely in public would appear simply bizarre.

Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation.

Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation; for now, I've lost the ability to make the sparks fly.

We could go back to England for a visit. I'm sure Lady Parsons would be pleased to have us to stay." Mr. Carter did not answer. For one thing, he never spoke to his wife if he could help it, and for another, the last thing he wanted was to go back to England.

So how about you?, I said: what do you do, if you don't mind my asking; -Not at all, he said: I'm into mitosis; -Aren't we all, I said;-