Best 4283 quotes in «talking quotes» category

Do not talk just about the issues – but give an alternate.

Do you get the irony? Who is now talking about, who ain't serious? Oh, we gonna do that and that and that and that?… Yeah, yeah You just wanna trick me one more time….

Dripping neon like a nightmare, I feel the most alive at night. I talk too much, but there’s a lot unsaid. I’ve slept in a lot of beds.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

Enough of this. Does every conversation with you have to be the director's cut? Get out of the car.

Every time you speak, you are either building up yourself for the better or you are limiting yourself for the worse. Words carry power, therefore before you speak out, speak in... and test your words!

Every massacre starts with the tongue.

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.

Eyes says, tongue only talks.

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.

Funny how hard it is to keep talking, when someone asks you to start and not stop.

For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination. We learned to talk and we learned to listen. Speech has allowed the communication of ideas, enabling human beings to work together to build the impossible. Mankind's greatest achievements have come about by talking, and its greatest failures by not talking. It doesn't have to be like this. Our greatest hopes could become reality in the future. With the technology at our disposal, the possibilities are unbounded. All we need to do is make sure we keep talking.

Go look in the mirror and have a talk with your real boss

He could see that drinking and conversation were inexorably intertwined and that one did not occur without the other.

Great people don’t only know what to say; they also know how to say it.

He is endowed with an Irish flow of words, and when thoroughly drunk is difficult to interrupt.

He spoke in a trembling voice that didn’t seem to be entirely in sync with the movement of his lips. That’s because sound travels slower in halitosis.

Her voice never stops: even when I sleep, it is a shining silver thread running through most of my dreams and all my nightmares, whispering, beseeching, threatening: One word from you is all I want. Just speak one word, and we'll begin. Name, rank, and serial number, perhaps the misquoted lyrics from a popular song: anything will do. From there we'll move with slow cautious steps to gentle verbal sparring, twice-told tales, descriptions of the scarred and darkest places of our old and worn-out souls. I'll love you back; I'll tell you secrets—

He's usually so quiet, but he's talking now, and when quiet people open their mouths the whole world listens.

He who restrains his tongue has a leash on his enemy.

How can I shut down If you don't open up??

I considered the concept of "oversharing", and what undersharing might be, and whether it was ever possible to settle on something in between.

How unfair, he thought; I can close my mouth whenever I like, as tight as I like, and what has a mouth to say? It is there for taking in nourishment, yet it is well defended, but ears - ears are a prey to every onslaught.

I all of a sudden got to feeling like talking to people. Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I’m talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean. I’m weird like that.

I always called back to cancel, which I hated doing because I hated talking to people.

I don't speak very well, I work very well.

I don’t talk much because talking without thought is not talking at all,

If I don't talk about it, it's either very displeasing or very precious to me.

I failed, he said, I got talking my ideas. It's my greatest failing.

If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[ pasdlgkhasdfasdf.

- If no one understands anything in the same way, what use is communication? - The best way to recycle empty soup cans is to tie a string to them and talk to yourself - from up to a mile away.

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.

If only conversations could be more like missions. Identify the target. Get in, do the job, and get out as quickly as possible.

If you don’t think talk is cheap, we need to have a heart-to-heart conversation.

If you throw a stone into the ocean, it will reach the bottom; if you throw a word into someone’s heart, it will reach their soul.

If your not brave enough to talk to a stranger how do you think they will become anything more then a stranger.

I had a dream about you last night, for the millionth time! We did what we always do in my dreams. We talked, but we never made out. How come I still dream about you if we never freaking make out?

I guess maybe a talking man hasn't got the time to ever learn much about anything except words.

I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words and try to phrase things in the vaguest possible way so they wouldn’t sound dumb.

I hit my chest with my fist, accusing my body of failing. I’ve had eighty years to adjust and never have. Am I broken? We’ll start there. No. You’re not broken. You are possibly the most loyal and faithful siren I’ve ever had. So, one of the best? Is it bad to tell You that I don’t really want to be good at this job? She swirled around my face and hair, trying to console me. No one with a beating heart could enjoy killing their own. I’m not human, I argued. I’m less than that. Kahlen, my sweet girl, you are still human. Your body may be unchanging, but your soul still bends and sways. I assure you, in the deepest part of yourself, you are still connected to humanity. I kept crying, my tears joining Her waves. Then why can’t I cope with any human contact? Elizabeth has had her lovers. As have many a siren before her. It’s not surprising, considering how beautiful you are. If it’s so typical, then why can’t I do that? She laughed, a motherly sound in my head, as if She knew me better than I knew myself. Because you and Elizabeth are very different people. She’s looking for passion and excitement. In her dark world, those interludes are like fireworks. You long for relationships, for love. It’s why you protect your sisters so fiercely, why you always return to Me even when I don’t call, and why you mourn so heavily at taking lives.

I have a theory that sometimes people think they need to talk as much as possible, almost as if talking more equates to knowing more.

I’m so happy to be back here. You’re nice and quiet. Her waters stirred in something close to laughter. We don’t have to talk at all if you don’t want to. I’m happy just to hold you. I sank down, resting on the sandy Ocean floor, legs crossed and arms behind my head. I watched the trails of boats crisscrossing and fading along the surface above me. Fish swam by in schools, not spooked by the girl on the ground. So, about six months? I asked, my stomach twisting. Yes, barring some natural disaster or man-made sinking. I can’t predict those things. I know. Don’t start worrying about that yet. I can tell you’re still hurting from the last time. She wrapped me in sympathy. I lifted my arms as if I was stroking Her, though of course my tiny body was unable to truly embrace Hers. I feel like I never have enough time to get over a singing before the next one comes. I have nightmares, and I’m a nervous wreck during the weeks leading up to it. My chest felt hollow with misery. I’m afraid I’ll always remember how it feels. You won’t. In all My years, I’ve never had a freed siren come back to Me demanding that I fix her memories. Do You hear from them at all? Not intentionally. I feel people when they’re in Me. It’s how I find new girls. It’s how I listen for anyone who might suspect the true nature of My needs. Sometimes a former siren will go for a swim or stick her legs off a dock. I can get a peek at their lives, and no one has remembered Me yet. I’ll remember You, I promised. I could feel Her embracing me. For all eternity, I’ll never forget you. I love you. And I love You. You can rest here tonight, if you like. I’ll make sure no one finds you. Can I just stay down here forever? I don’t want to worry about hurting people unintentionally. Or disappointing my sisters. Aisling has her cottage, so maybe I could build a little house down here out of driftwood. She ran a current down my back gently. Sleep. You’ll feel differently in the morning. Your sisters would be lost without you. Trust Me, they think it all the time. Really? Really. Thank You. Rest. You’re safe.

I kept my eyes on the road, and felt tunnel vision setting in. I wanted to talk—I wanted Weaver to explain why he fucking ignored me this past year! And I wanted him to shut up and never say another word to me.

I hate having to repeat myself, but sometimes there is really nothing else to say

I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.

I love to hear myself talk, because I get so much instruction and moral upheaval out of it.

I love talking the way Trappists love silence.

I'm afraid if I say what I am thinking, it will be too much too soon.

I like people who can keep the conversation going no matter how random the topic gets.

I'm only talking to one person here. If that's you, then you need to shut up and listen. If it's not, then you need to shut up because no one's talking to you.