Quotes about Communication

It is positively because he is quick-witted that he is long-winded.

Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespear and Milton and The Bible; and don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon.

Tulajdonképpen nem abban van a különbség, hogy az ember hogy viselkedik, hanem hogy az emberrel hogyan viselkednek. Én Higgins professzor úr számára mindig csak egy virágoslány maradok, mert Ã…' mindig úgy fog viselkedni velem, mint egy virágoslánnyal. De maga elÃ…'tt úrinÃ…' lehetek, mert maga mindig úgy fog viselkedni velem, mint egy úrinÃ…'vel.

The simple biggest problem in communication is the illusion that has taken place.

The clergy are, practically, the most irresponsible of all talkers. [ Evangelical Teaching: Dr. Cumming, The Westminster Review, 1885. ]

If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

It's puzzling work, talking is.

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

He has got no good red blood in his body, said Sir James. No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass, and it was all semicolons and parenthesis, said Mrs. Cadwallader.

His faith wavered, but not his speech: it is the lot of every man who has to speak for the satisfaction of the crowd, that he must often speak in virtue of yesterday's faith, hoping it will come back to-morrow.

Mrs. Tulliver had lived thirteen years with her husband, yet she retained in all the freshness of her early married life a facility of saying things which drove him in the opposite direction to the one she desired. Some minds are wonderful for keeping their bloom in this way, as a patriarchal gold-fish apparently retains to the last its youthful illusion that it can swim in a straight line beyond the encircling glass.

Throughout their friendship Deronda had been used to Hans' egotism, but he had never before felt intolerant of it: when Hans, habitually pouring out his own feelings and affairs, had never cared for any detail in return, and, if he chanced to know any, had soon forgotten it