Quotes About Conversation

Miss Marple, the guest,

Father persevered for a little longer but soon decided that conversation with General Radley was practically impossible and almost certainly unprofitable.

asked Father, speaking in an easy and confidential way.

He said at last, when Miss Gilchrist had twittered into silence:

Miss Lyall, whose principal interests in life were the observation of people round her and the sound of her own voice, continued to talk.

We walked together slowly, for the sun was hot.

Két fiatal fiú ült vele szemben. A rend?rség fiatalkorúnak tekinti ?ket, az ? szemében gyerekek, az újságírókéban kamaszok. Hívjuk ?ket akárminek. A kor termékei. Egyikük sem ostoba, még ha nem is oly magas szellemiségek, ahogy az imént hízelgett nekik, hogy elindítsa a beszélgetést.

Melchett is a wise man. He knows that when it is a question of an irate middle-aged lady, there is only one thing to be done—listen to her. When she had said all that she wants to say, there is a chance that she will listen to you.

But talk, however light, however idle, gives away, inevitably, the sort of person you are. The wise criminal would never open his mouth, but criminals are seldom wise and usually vain and they talk a good deal—and so most criminals are caught.

His tone was reproachful and she flushed and bit her lip. Miss Johnson hastily turned the conversation to the dig

You've been reading G. K. Chesterton," I said, and Lawrence did not deny it.

Some people might have scrupulously removed themselves from earshot of a private conversation. But not Hercule Poirot. He had no scruples of that kind.

It is my experience that no one, in the course of conversation, can fail to give themselves away sooner or later…Everyone has an irresistible urge to talk about themselves.

During all this, Mary had been extracting eyes from potatoes with such energy that they had been flying around the kitchen like hailstones. At this moment, one hit me in the eye and caused a momentary pause in the conversation.

We're a bunch of intellectuals who sit in the Atelier or in the Grillon and talk to each other. And when we write, we write for each other. We have absolutely no connection with the people.The people don't know we exist.

I give boring people something to discuss over corn.

It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.

They discussed the war, the Occupation, and the future of an economically-shattered Japan ruled by an emperor who had announced that he was not, after all, a god. In the course of the conversation Kyosuke effortlessly quoted Chekhov, Chaucer, and Heine, though not in a pretentious way, and always with perfect relevance.

Booksellers are the most valuable destination for the lonely, given the numbers of books written because authors couldn't find anyone to talk to.

The pleasure of talking is the inextinguishable passion of a woman, coeval with the act of breathing.

The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.

Real conversation can't happen if listening is just my waiting for you to finish talking.

During the first day, curious at having outsiders among them, a long stream of inmates came over and talked with me. Remarkably, according to what they told me, nearly every inmate in the prison didn't do it. Several thousand people had been locked up unjustly and, by an incredible coincidence, all in the same prison. On the other hand, they knew an awful lot about how to knife somebody.

Three hard of hearing guys are at a street corner. The first one says, 'Brrrr, it's windy!' The second one says, 'No, it's Thursday.' The third one says, 'Me too, let's get a drink.