Quotes About Conversation

Are you saying I'm a liar? --No I'm just, like, speaking.

They have a deep need just to talk, just to tell a story, however small or reckless.

We had a friendly conversation, the man shook my hand, told me to keep my spirits up........ The next day......He stared ahead as he went past, as much a stranger as possible. In his behaviour the man probably represents 79 million Germans.

tengo mis dudas acerca de que sea posible hablar de Dios, y a veces sospecho que quizás lo único factible sea hablar con Dios

madam, the man cried, leaping to the ground, you're hurt! I'm dead, sir! she replied. A few minutes later, they became engaged.

a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

The human frame being what it is, heart, body, and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well

The journey is everything. Most necessary of all, but rarest good fortune, we should try to find some man of our own sort who will go with us and to whom we can say the first thing that comes into our heads. For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.

Who would not spout the family teapot in order to talk with Keats for an hour about poetry, or with Jane Austen about the art of fiction?

I addressed my self as one would speak to a companion with whom one is voyaging to the North Pole.

For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit can almost dispense with language; the commonest expressions do, since no expressions do; hence the most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down.

But one only woke people if one knew what one wanted to say to them. And she wanted to say not one thing, but everything.

Old Madame du Deffand and her friends talked for fifty years without stopping. And of it all, what remains? Perhaps three witty sayings. So that we are at liberty to suppose either that nothing was said, or that nothing witty was said, or that the fraction of three witty sayings lasted eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty nights, which does not leave a liberal allowance of wit for any one of them.

Communication is health; communication is happiness. Communication, he muttered. 'What are you saying, Septimus?' Rezia asked, wild with terror, for he was talking to himself.

She stood by the fireplace talking, in that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress, to Papa, who had begun to be attracted rather against his will (he never got over lending her one of his books and finding it soaked on the terrace), when suddenly she said, 'What a shame to sit indoors!' and they all went out on to the terrace and walked up and down.

The human frame being what it is, heart, body, and brain all mixed together, and not contained in separate compartments as they will be no doubt in another million years, a good dinner is of great importance to to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. The lamp in the spine does not light on beef and prunes. We are all

Richard has improved. You are right, said Sally. I shall go and talk to him. I shall say goodnight. What does the brain matter, said Lady Rosseter, getting up, compared with the heart? I will come, said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.

I wonder why men always talk about politics? Mary speculated. I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too. I

A wet day. And I am glad of the rain, because I have talked too much.

Each of the ladies, being after the fashion of their sex, highly trained in promoting men's talk without listening to it, could think—about the education of children, about the use of fog sirens in an opera—without betraying herself. Only it struck Helen that Rachel was perhaps too still for a hostess, and that she might have done something with her hands.

It appeared that nobody ever said a thing they meant, or ever talked of a feeling they felt, but that was what music was for. Reality dwelling in what one saw and felt, but did not talk about, one could accept a system in which things went round and round quite satisfactorily to other people, without often troubling to think about it, except as something superficially strange.

The truth was that she did not want intimacy; she wanted conversation. Intimacy has a way of breeding silence, and silence she abhorred.

One of these days d'you think you'll be able to see things at the end of the telephone? Peggy said, getting up.

Porque una sabia disposición de la naturaleza ha determinado que nuestro espíritu moderno casi pueda prescindir del lenguaje: las expresiones más comunes bastan, ya que ninguna expresión basta; por eso la conversación más vulgar es a menudo la más poética, y la más poética es precisamente la que no se puede escribir. Por esas razones dejamos aquí un gran espacio en blanco, lo que es señal de que el espacio está repleto.