Quotes About Conversation

El hombre no se comunica con otro hombre sino cuando el uno escribe en su soledad y el otro lo lee en la suya. Las conversaciones son o diversión, o estafa, o esgrima.

The art of the parenthesis is one of the great secrets of eloquence in Society.

Listen twice as much as you talk and others will hear twice as much of what you say.

Only communication can communicate

At the end of the table, the secretary was reading the decision in some case, but in such a mournful and monotonous voice, that the condemned man himself would have fallen asleep while listening to it. The judge, no doubt, would have been the first of all to do so, had he not entered into an engrossing conversation while it was going on.

En sus ojos se leía a menudo el ardiente deseo de tomar parte en alguna conversación interesante o de juntarse a otro grupo, pero se retenía al pensar que aquello podía parecer excesivo por su parte o demasiado familiar, y que con ello rebajaría su dignidad. Y por eso permanecía eternamente solo, en la misma actitud silenciosa, emitiendo de cuando en cuando un sonido monótono, con lo cual llegó a pasar por un hombre de lo más aburrido.

One must keep a store of common sense," said Tchitchikov, "and consult one's common sense at every minute, have a friendly conversation with it.

For every man there are certain words that are as if closer and more intimate to him that any others. And often, unexpectedly, in some remote, forsaken backwater, some deserted desert, one meets a man whose warming conversation makes you forget the pathlessness of your paths, the homelessness of your nights, and the contemporary world full of people's stupidity, of deceptions for deceiving man.

Well, in this case,' said Chichikov, 'I haven't lied by even this much,' and with his thumb he marked off the very tip of his little finger. 'You Jesuit, you Jesuit! I'll bet you anything you're talking rot!' 'Listen, this is insulting! What's going on, anyway? Why do you think I have to be lying?

Really it tires one to hear you. How come you always to be so cheerful?" "And how come YOU always to be so gloomy?" retorted the host. "How, you ask? Simply because I am so.

When nature called, the men would relieve themselves in a pot at the sideboard without interrupting their conversation, an English custom instituted not so much for convenience as to preempt any excuse for the weak of stomach or head to sneak out before the drinking was finished.

Look, Candida, I don't want to pee on your picnic...

It's a pity you didn't have a little more brandy. It might have made you more agreeable!

The day I sobered up, I stopped talking," he says. "What was there to say? You need hope to form a thought. It takes—I don't know—optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because, really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other? Or what we do, for that matter?" "There's a name for that," she says. "It's called depression.

You need hope to form a thought. It takes—I don't know—optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because, really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other?

You need hope to form a thought. It takes—I don't know—optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because, really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other? Or what we do, for that matter?

It takes—I don't know—optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because, really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other? Or what we do, for that matter?" "There's a name for that," she says. "It's called depression.

To sum up, the human interest in language seems to be an innate interest in coding and decoding, and this seems to be as nearly specifically human as any interest can be. Speech is the greatest interest and most distinctive achievement o man.

The standing of the local high school football team was more likely to be the subject of conversation and concern than the war in Europe.

I always think that the essence of a good dinner- or breakfast-party is not the tablecloth, nor even the nature of the food, but the company. I think precisely the same concerning the Lord's Supper.

Literature is humanity talking to itself.

Let me try once more," Milo said in an effort to explain. "In other words--" "You mean you have other words?" cried the bird happily. "Well, by all means, use them. You're certainly not doing very well with the ones you have now.

When I stay with the couple who are my closest friends, I hear them laughing and talking in bed, and sometimes in the middle of the night one of them goes down and makes tea, and when the clock goes off in the morning, they start again, talking to each other.

Not for the first time, Joyce lamented the lack of irony in conversations in Asia.