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People don't talk like this, theytalklikethis. Syllables, words, sentences run together like a watercolor left in the rain. To understand what anyone is saying to us we must separate these noises into words and the words into sentences so that we might in our turn issue a stream of mixed sounds in response. If what we say is suitably apt and amusing, the listener will show his delight by emitting a series of uncontrolled high-pitched noises, accompanied by sharp intakes of breath of the sort normally associated with a seizure or heart failure. And by these means we converse. Talking, when you think about it, is a very strange business indeed.

People talk a lot but they rarely say anything.

People who talk too much are tiresome, especially those who are not informative, thought-provoking, or funny.

People shouldn't just talk about you, they should tell your tales.

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.

POLISH your MIND to reflect the shimmering BEAUTY of your WORDS and ACTIONS.

People say talking about it makes it better. Sometimes talking about it makes it worse.

She could talk. If she was a sphinx she could have talked, if she was a stone she could have talked. I wondered when she'd get tired and leave. Even after I stopped listening it was like being battered with tiny pingpong balls.

Science... internet... and women have one in common all end up as biatch.... So it's very bitchy, when they don't stop talking.

She hardly ever began conversations with strangers just to talk. It was not a matter of shyness. For her, a conversation had a straightforward function. How do I get to the pharmacy? or How much does the hotel room cost? Conversation also had a professional function. [...] When she worked as a researcher [...], she had never minded having a long conversation if it was to ferret out facts. On the other hand, she disliked personal discussions, which always led to snooping around in areas she considered private.

She paused for half a beat to catch her breath and possibly to scoop up another thousand words to jam into my ear.

Semua makhluk hidup setiap harinya hidup seperti memutar roda keberuntungan.

She tells me that she would not make for a good conversation. Yet every time that she talks, I don't want her to ever stop!

Some people talk too much without saying a lot.

Someone. Everyone. Anyone. No-one. One. One can't be everyone, but there isn't more than one everyone, at the same time. And at the same time no-one can't be someone, but anyone can be one, and also anyone can be a no-one. To sum up - everyone is someone, and any-one becomes a no-one if you divide the one part long enough by every part of every-one, so in conclusion, I have no idea what I’m talking about, basically.

Sometimes you don't let us talk about how we're feeling. If we feel scared, you say, 'Nothing to worry about, guys,' but that doesn't make it go away. It makes it grow.

Soon he essentially stopped talking. "I am retreating into silence as a defensive mode," he mentioned. Eventually, he was down to uttering just five words, and only to guards: yes; no; please; thank you. "I am surprised," he wrote, "by the amount of respect this garners me. That silence intimidates puzzles me. Silence is to me normal, comfortable." Later he added, "I will admit to feeling a little contempt for those who can't keep quiet.

Stage fright is very common and could be overcomed through step by step processes, but stuttering is a fright that takes time to conquer.

Stop entertaining two faced people. You know the ones who have split personalities and untrustworthy habits. Nine times out of ten if they telling you stuff about another person, they're going to tell your business to other people. If they say, "You know I heard........." More than likely it's in their character to share false information. Beware of your box, circle, square! Whatever you want to call it.

Stop just talking... Shut-up and take ACTION! Let your words speak. Remember, when you talk, you’re just communicating with people. When you ACT, you’re communicating with the Universe.

Stop giving complaints to people about what you can't do. Start giving compliments to God for what you can do. It'll amaze you; you'll see yourself doing amazingly!

Talking doesn't mean you have said something. What really matters is the message your words carry, not the sound, but the reveberation it causes on the soul.

Talking empties you of the noisy silence within.

Talking immediately connects you to another person while writing generally falls on deaf ears.

Talking to people is the most educational thing I know.

Talking with three people deeply is better than talking with thirty people superficially.

Talk only if it's worth, else it harms your worth only.

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.

Talk a little less, listen a little more, and you'll be a lot wiser

Talking about the characters in a book she had enjoyed felt like gossiping about friends.

Talking to children is pleasing to the ears. Just as an adult talking should be pleasing to a child's eyes.

Talking with someone I like is my idea of fun.

Talkatives complain, cry, shout, brag, and are more hysterical about their lives than something else; don’t be a part of that tragedy! Perhaps it's been a while now that you have been complaining, crying and shouting about your "labour pains". It's time to show us your baby!

Talking is good. It's good to disturb the silence.

Talking is not easy. Talking intends to convey what you mean. Lying is easy, not talking. When one lies, one does not care, and that’s the easy part.

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.

She was talking to a tree. Just talking to a tree. Totally normal. People probably did it every day here. They're only trees. She fought an insane urge to laugh.

Sometimes it isn't what a person says, but rather what they don't say, that tells you more than their words ever could.

Sometimes I think that wisdoms slip from my mind like drool from the lips of an idiot... Where's all this stuff coming from? Is it any good? Any good in, you know, the wisdom sense? Who am I to spout this stuff anyway? Well, here's the thing. You too can find yourself shedding wisdom like cat hair if you only allow yourself the liberty of introspection. Think about what you alone know that no one else does. That one neat wonderful profound insight. It is fully yours. No one else on this planet of about six billion people understands it like you do. Now, see if you can share it with someone. Bestow it, a gift of yourself. Wisdom is like gossip. Except it's the good kind.

The ability to talk to people: that’s the key to the world. It doesn’t matter whether you are able to articulate your own thoughts and feelings and meanings or not. What matters is being able to make the noises that encourage others to feel comfortable, and the inquiries which present them with the opportunity to articulate their thoughts and feelings and meanings, the particulars of their existences, their passions, preoccupations, beliefs. If you can talk to people in this way, you can go - you can get - anywhere in this world, in life.

The book which I read by Stephen Hand, Freedy VS Jason, was incrediable. I also check out and the book Zodiac, again an incrediable story. The Stand by Stephen King was again on incrediable story, a long book and film, but incrediable! Theory of Everything where it put it me I still can't believe, it was unique story, I had chance to see who is Stephen Hawking really!

The bigness of the West makes men quiet; they seldom talk unless they have something to say.

...that's what friends did. Let each other off the hook when they didn't want to talk.

The boring thing with taking a walk with someone is that your thoughts are then dictated by the subject or subjects of your conversation; and that is made worse by the fact that most sane people are terrified of silence whenever they are with or near someone.

The first few times we spoke, I picked fights with her. Every time I opened my mouth, something rude would come out. I didn't know if my tongue was broken or if I would become a mute." The boy snickered. "So what did you do?" "I forced myself to keep talking. I figured that eventually, something nice would come out.

The corner doesn't mind listening to the stupid things I say; Sometimes it's the only one keeping me from running away. And the corner never tells me things I'd rather never know; We became the best of friends long, long, long ago.

The Gottschalk was a fine weapon. "You," I said to it, "are on probation. You'd better impress me." Great. Now I was talking to guns.

The crack that was Yark's mouth elongated, not a smile so much as a forcing apart of seams that went with the blunt question. To force Quoyle's seams apart. And other forced seams implicit.

The more you read, the less you sound foolish when you speak.

The more you know, the less you talk. The less you talk, the more you know.