Quotes About Conversation

Writing is a conversation, to me. The best kind. You can't get interrupted.

Well, I want you all to be polite,' said Mother firmly, adding, 'and you're not to mention owls, Larry. She might think we're peculiar.' 'We are,' concluded Larry with feeling.

Breakfast was, on the whole, a leisurely and silent meal, for no member of the family was very talkative at that hour. By the end of the meal the influence of the coffee, toast, and eggs made itself felt, and we started to revive, to tell each other what we intended to do, why we intended to do it, and then argue earnestly as to whether each had made a wise decision.

Good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse. Whoever makes the fewest persons uneasy, is the best bred in the company.

Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers.

A modest man never talks of himself.

A good newspaper is a nation talking to itself.

No one is exempt from talking nonsense; the misfortune is to do it solemnly.

My job is to talk to you, and your job is to listen. If you finish first, please let me know.

I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.

A bore is a man who spends so much time talking about himself that you can't talk about yourself.

Listening is not merely not talking, though even that is beyond most of our powers; it means taking a vigorous, human interest in what is being told us.

Never speak of a man in his own presence. It is always indelicate, and may be offensive .

The right way to pray, then, is any way that allows us to communicate with God.

If Jesus Christ were to come today, people would not even crucify him. They would ask him to dinner, and hear what he had to say, and make fun of him.

Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen.

With three or more people there is something bold in the air: direct things get said which would frighten two people alone and conscious of each inch of their nearness to one another. To be three is to be in public - you feel safe.

My heart is happy, my mind is free. I had a father who talked with me.

Never fail to know that if you are doing all the talking, you are boring somebody.

Talk uses up ideas. ... Once I have spoken them aloud, they are lost to me, dissipated into the noisy air like smoke. Only if I bury them, like bulbs, in the rich soil of silence do they grow.

Next to entertaining or impressive talk, a thoroughgoing silence manages to intrigue most people.

Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, our own meditation must form our judgement.

Accept every blind date you can get, even with a girl who wears jeans. Maybe you can talk her out of them.

Silence is the unbearable repartee.