Quotes About Conversation

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

Most people don't like to talk about violent historical death.

Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty.

To a dying person you can repeat yourself forever. They don't care. Just so they can still hear you talking.

The important thing was to forget about Iris's hair and let her speak, let her find her fluency and, from the soft streaming of her own words, create for him his apologia.

I can never figure out how to have a friendly conversation with someone when my main point is that they are going to Hell.

They shared much with Bloomsbury, including love of beauty, companionship, and conversation, but they differed from their older London counterpart in their religious ardor, their social conservatism, and their embrace of fantasy, myth, and (mostly) conventional literary techniques instead of those dazzling experiments with time, character, narrative, and language that mark the modernist aesthetic.

I am sure your piety does you great credit, Margaret. But certainly, if God is speaking to the king, then He has not chosen the best time for this conversation.

Dinner was a meal where good manners overlaid discomfort.

Al Hickey: It's not about anything. Frank Boggs: Yeah, it's about four hundred grand

Gossip isn't scandal and its not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same

But . . . but what will we talk about? We can't just sit here staring at each other and stuffing cookies in our mouths!" Beth had protested, and Caroline noticed that her cheeks were strangely pink. "Why, Beth, we'll talk about whatever comes to mind. With eleven people in a room, it shouldn't be hard to think of something to say.

Dad," he said later after all the company had gone and he and his father were picking up the wrapping paper. "Have you ever thought about living somewhere else?" "Where did you have in mind, Wally?" asked his father. "You want me to move down the block, maybe?

Good grief! Have some bread with your peanut butter! Mother said, watching Caroline make her lunch. You have enough peanut butter on that bread for three sandwiches, Caroline. Pay attention. Dost thou talk to thy queen in such a manner? Caroline asked, raising one eyebrow. I dost, said Mother. And don't forget to pack some carrots and celery, m'lady.

An empty vessel makes the loudest sound, so they that have the least wit are the greatest babblers.

Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools speak because they have to say something

There is nothing I like better than conversing with aged men. For I regard them as travelers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to inquire whether the way is smooth and easy or rugged and difficult. Is life harder toward the end, or what report do you give it?

There is nothing which for my part I like better, Cephalus, than conversing with aged men; for I regard them as travellers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to enquire, whether the way is smooth and easy, or rugged and difficult.

You wouldn't know him if I told you the name. HIPPIAS: But I know right now he's an ignoramus.

For, let me tell you that the more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me are the pleasure and charm of conversation.

I replied: There is nothing which for my part I like better, Cephalus, than conversing with aged men; for I regard them as travellers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to enquire, whether the way is smooth and easy, or rugged and difficult.

There is nothing which for my part I like better, Cephalus, than conversing with aged men; for I regard them as travellers who have gone a journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to inquire, whether the way is smooth and easy, or rugged and difficult.

Stranger: 'Are not thought and speech the same, with this exception, that what is called thought is the unuttered conversation of the soul with herself? Theatetus: Quite true. Stranger: But the stream of thought which flows through the lips and is audible is called speech? Theatetus: True. Stranger: And we know that there exists in speech... Theatetus: What exists? Stranger: Affirmation Theatetus: Yes, we know it.

When two friends, like you and me, are in the mood to chat, we have to go about it in a gentler and more dialectical way. By 'more dialectical,' I mean not only that we give real responses, but that we base our responses solely on what the interlocutor admits that he himself knows.