POLISH your MIND to reflect the shimmering BEAUTY of your WORDS and ACTIONS.
I don't speak very well, I work very well.
Writing feels safer somehow. I can catch myself before I say the wrong thing.
Writing barely differs from Talking and Reading. It appoints your hand while they engage your mouth and eyes respectively. The trio need the mind to combine sensible words from a meaningful arrangement of the ‘simple’ A B C to Z.
Anyone that says his mind will be probably regarded a fool, but the true artist is not moved by the comments about the looks of his painting or remarks that are dreadfully sarcastic, but hearken now! That he who says what others want to hear hasn't said anything of his own.
Texting and phone calls, fireworks, blends, café au lait, and music. Yesterday's television. Work and beer. The neighbor's dog, or those strange flowers, the way it smells at Maisen. Those ordinary things I talk about with you. With you... I want to talk about love with you.
I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.
Before I spoke with people, I did not think of all these things because there was no one to bother to think them for. Now things just come out of my mouth which are true.
People talk a lot but they rarely say anything.
Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
Did your mom ever tell you, ‘If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything’? She was right–and talking nicely also applies when you’re talking to yourself, even inside your head. (339)
When you have nothing to say, say nothing.
The thing he said aloud did not succeed.
Talking about one's feelings defeats the purpose of having those feelings. Once you try to put the human experience into words, it becomes little more than a spectator sport. Everything must have a cause, and a name. Every random thought must have a root in something else.
Well, it's really no use our talking in the way we have been doing if the words we use mean something different to each of us...and nothing.
A deaf and dumb in the mist of morons is a renowed talkative among brains.
Focus your attention on the quality of your words, and not the quantity, because few sensible talks attracts millions of listeners more than a thousand gibberish.
I worked it through with pride,I almost spoke without words, and i'm masterly at speaking without words.All my life I have spoken without words, and I have passed through whole tragedies on my own account without words
There's nothing worthless about being wordless, it will only save your mouth from talking gibberish.
What is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?
Never use five words if you can get away with one, eh? I've known dead men talk more than you do.
Not everyone talks in words.
Nothing listens as well as a blank page.
Quiet moments bring you closer to God. It's your silent time within your own private sanctuary. People have so many things to talk about, worry about, think about, without giving themselves peace within. Quiet moments give you access to areas of your brain which allows you to function proficiently.
All communication is a sign of failure. If everybody is pleased with the situation, then there is no need for communication.
We talk, even if no one listens, because we never know when someone will.
You gotta be careful: don't say a word to nobody about nothing anytime ever.
When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.
We can't talk about it, or I know she won't so I don't even try, but it's what goes unsaid between people tat builds up like masonry. You have to either knock the bricks out with other things, or let them keep stacking until eventually you are alone in a room.
She just smiled, said that she loved books more than anything, and started telling him excitedly what each of the ones in her lap was about. And Ove realised that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.
The thought of talking about it made Pueblo's gut ache, but then he thought of everything that Amy had been through – not that she'd told him her version yet. She had balls of steel, he thought with a smile. And what did he have? Three pairs of loin cloths going crisp on the radiator.
I love talking about time. It is the only real thing.
i used to talk hours with photograph.may be he thought i am out of mind.in love we never was apart.while he took all my privacy-i came back to old road,now i talk to him in my mind and memories.
You don't talk much, do you, angel-face? I like that in a woman.
When I get ready to talk to people, I spend two thirds of the time thinking what they want to hear and one third thinking about what I want to say.
This is ridiculous. I’m talking to a horse about politics.
How can you read and talk at the same time?” I asked.
“Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.
One thing I never forgot from my reading-in most cases, misunderstandings were a result of not talking about things. So, early on, I decided the best way to keep matters straight was to talk it out.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Far more beguiling than the idea that evil can be destroyed by throwing a piece of expensive jewelry into a volcano is the possibility that evil can be defused by talking. The fantasy of justice is more interesting than the fantasy of fairies, and more truly fantastic.
But there is saying, and there is doing, and almost always people do something better than they can talk about it, as though the minded body defeats every attempt to select out only the mind part as deserving sole responsibility for the success.
In life, as in art, talking vitiates doing.
Go look in the mirror and have a talk with your real boss
Talking with three people deeply is better than talking with thirty people superficially.
People shouldn't just talk about you, they should tell your tales.
We kept gazing into each other’s eyes, rest was history, we kept talking in body language.
If we just had some time to ourselves, we could talk to each other the way we used to. Maybe about nothing in particular at first, but even that would be a start.
I needed her to stop. Needed not to hear the pain in her voice-to see the way she was twisting the pocketbook strap. If she kept talking, she might break down and tell me everything.
We don't get to choose our blood families, but we do get to decide how to talk to them, how much to tell them, and how open to be with them about the core of who we are. -Erynn Rowan Laurie
Talking about abstract things is important. Having big, wild conversations about concepts like art, music, time travel, and dreams makes it much easier when you’ll eventually need to talk about things like anger, sadness, pain, and love.
Humans generally get out the gist of what they need to say right at the beginning, then spend forever qualifying, contradicting, burnishing or taking important things back. Yor rareley miss anything by cutting most people off after two sentences.
Americans no longer talk to each other, they entertain each other. They do not exchange ideas, they exchange images. They do not argue with propositions; they argue with good looks, celebrities and comercials.
I like people who can keep the conversation going no matter how random the topic gets.
But people in a small town tend to do a lot of talking, even when they don’t know what they’re talking about.
Make a concise statement clearly and you should only need to say it once.
Even though friends say they are interested in your life, they never really want to talk about you as much as you want them to. (68)
I talk to children like adults and to adults like children.
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to
me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
It was always this way: The more people talked, the more they obscured. You didn't need to argue for the truth. You could see it.
They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.
I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men like to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.
An introvert talks more than an extrovert because when the mouth is closed, the mind is opened.