When you speak I like to listen to you because when you speak it feels like hearing a story about the first time somebody saw the ocean, no matter what you’re saying.
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Quotes tagged ‘Communication’
I love talking to you, even if I have nothing to say.
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
I want deeper connections with the people around me. I need to reach out more. Because not everyone leaves. Sometimes if you reach out, the person you’re trying to reach will be right there waiting.
I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain.
Preaching is not talking to people about the Bible; it is talking to people about themselves from the Bible.
I never realized that we need to talk with other people just to know that we exist. That we matter. Loneliness is a howling, empty cavern inside of me that just keeps growing.
It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.
In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.
Content is king, but context is God.
We never talked for very long at a time. It was simply the pleasure of discovering what we each felt.
In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sente…
Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shake…
Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.
Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.