Quotes About Conversation

This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were meant to talk.

what a sad pair we are," she said. "Surely we can manage a conversation on a topic other than our respective terrible evenings.

Good," Colin muttered, taking a bite. "I'm famished." "How can you think of food?" Gregory said angrily. "I always think of food," Colin replied, his eyes searching the table until he located the butter. "What else is there?" "Your wife," Benedict drawled.

Do you live here?" Sophie asked dryly. "No," he said, plopping down into the chair next to her, "although my mother is constantly telling me to make myself right at home.

I believe I may kill you before the season is out," Sarah remarked in much the same tone she used when saying, I believe I shall have lemonade instead of tea.

You're twisting my words." "I think you are doing a fine job of twisting them yourself.

You're a bundle of questions this afternoon, aren't you?" "I wouldn't have to be," she retorted, clearly regaining her wits, "if you'd actually say something of substance." "Until next time, Miss Bridgerton," he murmured, slipping out into the hall. "But when?" came her exasperated voice. He laughed all the way out.

Our world is filled with meaningless conversations. It is an honour to participate in one that is not.

It has no piano part," Honoria reminded her. "I have no objection," Sarah said quickly. From behind the piano.

The weather is fine,' she said after a moment. 'Have we already run out of things to say?' His voice was light and teasing, and when she turned to steal a glance at his face, he was looking straight ahead, a small, secret smile touching his lips. 'The weather is very fine,' she amended. His smile deepened. So did hers.

It isn't gossip," Hyacinth retorted. "It's the honest dissemination of information.

We have been studying the Isle of Man for geography,' Frances said glumly. 'The people are Manx. There are cats that are Manx. That's the only good thing about it. The word *Manx*.' Daniel could not even think of a comment. 'It ends in an x,' Frances explained, not that that cleared things up any. Daniel cleared his throat, deciding not to pursue the x-ish (x-ient? x-astic?) avenue of conversation.

He smiled wryly. "I'm not such a terrible person, you know." She sighed. "I know." Something about her resigned expression made him grin. "But maybe a little terrible?" he teased. She brightened, their return to levity obviously making her much more comfortable with the conversation. "Oh, for certain." "Good. I'd hate to be boring." -Anthony & Kate

John shrugged. "It always seemed silly to me to desire a woman who cannot converse any better than a sheep." Belle leaned forward, her eyes glittering mischievously. "Really? I would have thought you'd prefer such a woman,considering your difficulty with polite conversation." "Touche, my lady. I cede this round to you.

Me?" "Yes, you," Lady Danbury grumbled. "I'd be happy to talk with someone else if you could find me a body with more than half a brain." Penelope choked on the beginnings of laughter as she motioned to her companions. "Er, I assure you that Lady Bridgerton—" Lady Bridgerton was furiously shaking her head. "She's too busy trying to get that oversized brood of hers married off," Lady Danbury announced

We'll just forget about this little conversation, shall we? The last bit that is." She managed to stretch her lips into a smile, but what she really wanted to do was hurl the brandy decanter at him.

Caroline struck the end of her shovel in the dirt and leaned on it as she spoke to Blake. "Once you hear my explanation I'm sure you will understand --" "I understand nothing!" "Yes." She sighed, "men usually don't.

I'm a third son. Perpetually short of funds, I'm afraid.' 'Ha! You're as plump in the pocket as at least three earls,' Lady Danbury said ... Colin smiled blandly. 'Isn't it considered impolite to talk about money in mixed company?' Lady Danbury let out a noise that was either a wheeze or a giggle - Colin wasn't sure which - then said, 'It's always impolite to talk about money, mixed company or no

I heard her ask Lord Nebel how many sheep he was running on his estate. He didn't even know he was running sheep." "I have sheep, but from the look of it, all they do is eat. No running.

Siempre me pareció una tontería desear a una mujer que conversara apenar mejor que una oveja.

I think it was your language," Miranda said mildly. "She said most of them were idiots, too." "That is not at all what I said," Olivia put in. "I said they were bores." "Sheep," Miranda confirmed. "Goats," Olivia added with a shrug. Turner began to look alarmed. "Good God, do the two of you speak your own language?

It's not their fault that their conversation is useless. They'll grow out of it. People are like fine wines. If they start off good, they only get better with age.

I adore your hair," he murmured, running his fingers through it. "Have I ever told you that I want a little girl with hair this exact color?" Wordlessly, Emma shook her head. They had never discussed children. She had assumed he wanted an heir—all men did—but she had never dreamed that she would want a little girl just like her. "I my self had been thinking about a little boy with black hair and green eyes," she said hesitatingly.

Shall you tell him or shall I?" Billie said. George took a breath. "Well, now that is quite a story . . .