Quotes About Conversation

Everyone striving to be witty and sought-after, everyone talking and no one listening...

What am I going to say to the lady's maid when she sees this?" He considered that for a moment. "Alas?" he suggested.

Am I supposed to praise you now?" I asked. He retrieved the ball and dribbled slowly around me. "Yeah, now would be a good time." "That was awesome.

Eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves." "Yes," Pandora conceded, "but they hear fascinating things about other people.

Gossip has nowhere to go except in circles.

Amelia, I can't discuss this now. Or I'll start weeping and throw myself to the floor." "Heavens, don't do that. Someone might trip over you.

Before I make any decisions, I would like to talk with Harry." "Of course." A smile played on his lips. "He married my sister, now I want to marry his. If he objects, I'll tell him that it's a fair trade.

Conversing with strangers isn't easy." "It is if you don't care what you say," Pandora advised. "Or what their opinion of you might be," Cassandra added.

Lucy waited patiently, knowing that he did want to talk, or he wouldn't have put on such a performance when he came in. Heath's door slamming was always an announcement that a conversation was in order.

You'd be surprised what people say across the manicure table.

I see I'll have to use all my arts to bring out your talkative side." "I don't have a talkative side." "It is a guest's responsibility to be entertaining," she informed him. "Oh, I'll entertain you," he murmured. "I just won't talk while I'm doing it.

His attempt at polite discussion having been rebuffed, Cam sat back as the soup was removed and the second course was brought out. Sweetbreads in béchamel sauce, partridges nestled in herb beds, pigeon pies, roast snipe, and vegetable soufflé laced the air with a cacophony of rich scents.

With all due respect," Christopher muttered, "this conversation is leading nowhere. At least one of you should point out that Beatrix deserves a better man." "That's what I said about my wife," Leo remarked. "Which is why I married her before she could find one.

Go to hell," Sebastian muttered. "No doubt that was what you came to tell me tonight. If so, you're about a month too late." "That was my intention," Westcliff admitted. "Now, however, I've decided to stay and have a snifter of brandy while you tell me what in God's name you're doing.

You're not my best friend," West said, after taking a swallow of brandy. "You're not even my third best friend.

I wish I could have heard more." "You should have used my drinking glass trick," Pandora said impatiently. "If I'd been there, I would be able to tell you every word that was said.

You mean you're against a match with Miss Mercer?" "Well…yes. But I'm also against a match with Beatrix." Silence fell over the room. "This is a trick of some sort," Leo said. "Unfortunately, it's not," Christopher replied.

Milo refreshed Rae's drink and said, Talk to her. You need to get it off your chest." Then Milo turned to me and said, "Why don't you try a more subtle approach." "I demand you tell me your troubles," I said to my sister. "You're not as funny as you think you are," Rae replied.

What year is it?" "It's 2019." "Who is president?" "No." "I'll accept that answer. What's your name?" "Luna Grey.

Either way, you should get out of that house." "I did. I'm at the Sleep Chalet on Route 9." "Sounds swanky." "If the swank were onomatopoeic, then it would be," Luna said.

Julia edged closer, wondering what kind of vocabulary dogs understood. Frederico Fellini, her cat, was an intellectual and she could talk about books and films to him, as long as it was after he'd been fed, and fed well. She had the vague notion that dogs preferred football and politics.

We've had this conversation already and watch your mouth, you fuckhead, there's a lady here.

I know until he owns me, until he feels like he has real control, we'll never have a real conversation.

I tried to make sense of what she'd said. "A Sears house. . . . You know, I think this was a Sears Catalog house. I'd forgotten all about that, but I recall Aunt Ruth talking about Poppy ordering the house, and a railcar delivering it in pieces." "Yes!" Hanna Beth smiled. "I remem