Quotes About Conversation

Miss Prim says that all good looks are a snare.' 'They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in.' 'Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane. Lane.  It never is, sir. Algernon.  Lane, you're a perfect pessimist. Lane.  I do my best to give satisfaction, sir.

Lots of people act well, but very few people talk well, which shows that talking is much the more difficult thing of the two, and much the finer thing also.

El único error imperdonable en el que incurren todas las personas verdaderamente buenas y que nunca pueden evitar es conversar de forma sincera

Do you smoke? Jack.  Well, yes, I must admit I smoke. Lady Bracknell.  I am glad to hear it.  A man should always have an occupation of some kind. 

I love talking about nothing, father.  It is the only thing I know anything about. lord

I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

We Irish are too poetical to be poets; we are a nation of brilliant failures, but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks.

I like Wagner's music better than anybody's. It is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says. That is a great advantage:

LADY BRACKNELL: It is my last reception, and one wants something that will encourage conversation, particularly at the end of the season when every one has practically said whatever they had to say, which, in most cases, was probably not much.

though the conversation always touched an exceptionally high level of brilliance, there was apt to be a good deal of sugar thrown about.

I don't know if you suffer in the same way, but with me the act of talking in the nature of real mashed potatoes always induces a sort of prickly sensation and a hideous feeling of shame, together with a marked starting of the pores.

All the way here he was talking about what he was going to do if he ever found you again. And now you tell me he did find you. What happened? Didn't he eat you?' 'No, miss.' 'Probably on a diet.

Oh, Zoeybird, did I call your mother's husband a damn turd monkey outloud?' 'Yes, Grandma, you did.' She looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling. 'Good.

I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don't sometimes feel that the stars are God's daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.

The thought of being engaged to a girl who talked openly about fairies being born because stars blew their noses, or whatever it was, frankly appalled me.

Bertie, do you read Tennyson? Not if I can help.

On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across primeval swamps...

You can't tell me if there are any special subjects to avoid when talking to him, can you?' 'Special subjects?' 'Well, you know how it is with a stranger. You say it's a fine day, and he goes all white and tense, because you've reminded him that it was on a fine day that his wife eloped with the chauffeur.

He was the sort of man who would have tried to cheer Napoleon up by talking about the Winter Sports at Moscow.

I don't mind people talking rot in my presence, but it must not be utter rot.

That's good, I said. And if you have a nice time this morning on the sands with your spade and bucket, you will come and tell me all about it, won't you? I have so little on my mind just now that it's a treat to hear all about your happy holiday. Satirical, if you see what I mean. Sarcastic. Almost bitter, as a matter of fact, if you come right down to it.

What ho!' I said. 'What ho!' said Motty. 'What ho! What ho!' 'What ho! What ho! What ho!' After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

Now look here, old friend, I said. I know your bally heart is broken and all that, and at some future time I shall be delighted to hear all about it, but - I didn't come to talk about that. No? Good egg! The past, said young Bingo, is dead. Let us say no more about it. Right-o! I have been wounded to the very depths of my soul, but don't speak about it. I won't. Ignore it. Forget it. Absolutely! I hadn't seen him so dashed reasonable for days.