“Communication Is a work of art Some are normally born with it Some may need a chart ”
“I grow grandiose, which is a good sign I should become prosaic.”
“And a new philosophy emerged called quantum physics, which suggest that the individual’s function is to inform and be informed. You really exist only when you’re in a field sharing and exchanging information. You create the realities you inhabit.”
“If we wish to achieve better communication, we should feel free to make changes in the ways we communicate.”
“Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to speak French.”
“It s as if every conversation with a woman was a test, and men always failed it, because they always lacked the key to the code and so they never quite understood what the conversation was really about.”
“Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else ... Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.”
“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.”
“I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.”
“The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.”
“Assumptions are the termites of relationships.”
“Many times in life I ve regretted the things I ve said without thinking. But I ve never regretted the things I said nearly as much as the words I left unspoken.”
“Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.”
“A beautiful thing happens when we start paying attention to each other. It is by participating more in your relationship that you breathe life into it.”
“Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow.”
“I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.”
“What exactly did you find in Atlanta?” Frank unzipped his backpack and started bringing out souvenirs. “Some peach preserves. A couple of T-shirts. A snow globe. And, um, these not-really-Chinese handcuffs.” Annabeth forced herself to stay calm. “How about you start from the top—of the story, not the backpack.”