Best 376 quotes in «dialogue quotes» category

Be my wolf," she says. "I am your wolf," he replies, fighting for wind. Let the day begin.

Bernard has no money. He only gets about ten million a year to live on," Carol confirmed.

Beziehung ist Gegenseitigkeit. Mein Du wirkt an mir, wie ich an ihm wirke. Unsre Schüler bilden uns, unsre Werke bauen uns auf. Der >>Böse<< wird offenbarend, wenn ihn das heilige Grundwort berührt. Wie werden wir von Kindern, wie von Tieren erzogen! Unerforschlich einbegriffen leben wir in der strömenden Allgegenseitigkeit.

But Finn was like no one else. He could be funny, teasing, informative all at once. I was discovering that smart, engaged dialogue with a man is extremely erotic. Cleverness is an aphrodisiac.

But here I do see how everyone feels." "I wonder if I like that," said Eddie. "I suspect how people feel, and that seems to me bad enough—I wonder if the truth would be worse or better. The truth, of course I mean, about other people. I know only too well how I feel.

Darling, don't you think we've played detective long enough tonight?" Milo protested as we got out of the cab.

Can I buy you a drink when you get off?" "I don't drink. Alcohol is bad for my legs." "Do they swell?" "No, they spread.

Christ, I loathe women. But I can't get going on the other tack either. And you needn't blush and look coy, I never fancied you. I know what you got up to with Fritzie Eitel! No—but I'd have had old Wilfred if he'd asked me. What did old Wilfred do for sex? No one ever knew. Perhaps he didn't have any, and if so good on him.

Conflict becomes sinful when our responses to it are destructive, hurtful, abusive, or violent. There are good ways to disagree & there are also unhealthy ways. Even people who are right sometimes...about the issue... can deal with it in a way that is very unloving. Being faithful to Christ involves more than taking the right stance or being on the right side of an issue. It also requires engaging those with whom we disagree in positive respectful dialogue.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone. I haven't wanted to hurt you; I haven't wanted to touch you in any way. When I try and show you the truth I fill you with such despair. Life is so much more impossible than you think.

But he's joking, he doesn't mean it." "When Lucas makes a joke he means it.

By Duraden, I have trolls dancing in my head this morning!' Stubble grumbled, screwing his eyes into a squint at the bright morning light.

Connor: They don’t even know, do they? You make things up to keep your dirty little secret hidden. Jared gritted his teeth: Are you about to give me some sort of ultimatum? Because let me tell you, I’m not into being bossed around.

Debate is an attempt to cling to the illusion of control provided by a point of view designed to keep the ego in place; dialogue is an attempt to dance with the unknown at the risk of losing what we think we know.

Democracy requires citizens to see things from one another's point of view, but instead were more and more enclosed in our own bubbles. Democracy requires a reliance on shared facts; instead were being offered parallel but separate universes.

Dialogue with the self is the source of all insight and insight is the only thing that can change your life.

Dialogue concentrates meaning; conversation dilutes it.

Dialogue helps us to acknowledge that we see the world not as it is, but as we are.

Dialogue reminds us that we can question to build, not only to doubt or deconstruct.

Dialogue unplugs you from your own programming as you become more real; debate turns up the voltage and entrenches you more deeply.

Did I ever tell you I was challenged to a duel once, when I was a student in Geneva?" "No!" Zach exclaims. "Fantastic! I'd love to fight a duel!

Did you ever think about boys?' I say, staring up into the dark. 'There wasn't room,' she whispers, and her voice is unbelievably sad. 'At first, after Connor, I was just waiting. I was going to get a new boyfriend soon- as soon as I was prettier or better, more perfect. But after a while there was no room for anything else. If I though about kissing or sex, I just started feeling ugly, too awful for anything good.

Dialogue can help you find out if you’ve been brainwashed or not.

Dialogue is about creating awareness through self-observation; it starts from the inside out, not the outside in.

Dialogue is not just quotation. It is grimaces, pauses, adjustments of blouses, doodles on a napkin, and crossings of legs. When people communicate, they communicate with their faces, their bodies, their timing, and the objects around them. Make this a full conversation. Not just the words part.

Dialogue isn’t a competition to be the smartest or the most correct person in the room; it is a collaboration to find the truth.

Dialogue is about freeing human beings from the beliefs and attitudes that make human beings miserable.

Dialogue is an opportunity for people to communicate from outside the limitations of their points of view. When we enter a circle of dialogue, there are no labels, only human beings.

Dialogue teaches you to listen through your emotions, not to become distracted or distanced from the truth because of them.

Dialogue still reigns supreme as a method for connection and conflict resolution.

Did you bring your book of nightmares?" Dr. Tuttle asked, sitting down behind her desk.

Did you take time off of work?" "I quit," I lied. "I want to devote more time to my own interests. "What interests? I didn't know you had interests." She sounded utterly betrayed.

DNA predisposes a certain behavior, but if your environment doesn't support it, then that behavior won't manifest. When people don't have opportunity, they have to create their own opportunities

Discourse and critical thinking are essential tools when it comes to securing progress in a democratic society. But in the end, unity and engaged participation are what make it happen.

Don't build bridges you don't intend to cross.

D'un œil sévère, tel un général d'armée s'adonnant à la décimation, je scrutai mon studio à la recherche d'une source potentielle de liquidités. Les objets tremblaient sous mon regard. Pas moi ! Pas moi ! semblaient-ils me dire. Le sort tomba sur le plus jeune : un grille-pain offert à noël et qui ayant adopté les mœurs locales, lisait, le ventre vide, un volume de Jean Racine. Je m'approchai de lui. A ses côtés, la bouilloire électrique poussa un soupir de soulagement. Le grille-pain, comprenant son sort, s'accrocha en pleurant à sa prise électrique. -Quel est mon crime ? Pourquoi m'assassiner ? Qu'ai-je fait ? A quel titre ? Qui te l'a dit ?

During the Reformation and the Enlightenment, nature came to be understood in a mechanistic sense as bereft of any capacity for divine grace or revelation. We’ll explore this suggestion further in the next chapter. In order to appreciate the significance of this, we have to recognize that nature is a cultural construct. When we speak of nature, we are using language to describe the world around us with all its species, life-forms and landscapes. But nature is a concept whose meaning changes with different perceptions and ways of looking at the world. This means that supernatural is also a concept which has different meanings, for it refers to phenomena or experiences which do not seem to fit within our particular expectations of what nature is or should be. The term supernatural therefore depends on a certain concept of what natural is. For many people who are less determinately materialist than Dawkins, there may be an indeterminate region which is neither strictly natural nor strictly supernatural. A red rose may be natural, but when I am given one by the person I love, I experience a range of emotions, memories and associations which endow that rose with symbolic significance and make it, in some sense, supernatural. It transcends its natural biological functions to communicate something in the realms of beauty, hope and love.

Ed began explaining this Yo La Tengo thing, how he was listening to a record of theirs, on vinyl he emphasized, and he'd been thinking about a genre of music called shoegaze something about the body language of the shoegazer, the perpetual crumpling or downward slope of the gazer's neck, and then he changed the subject, abruptly, to nettle root—had I ever taken nettle root? I was in a subdued, semi-meditative state, but he repeated himself, louder—Mary, have you ever taken nettle root?—and I said, Um, no, to which he immediately began chanting.

Don't worry about it. If I'm wrong, Security is monitoring me every second." "That just means they'll know who to charge with your murder," said Forrice. "Are you always this optimistic?" "I have to be an optimist," explained Forrice. "I won't have anyone to tease if they kill you.

Do you know what two centimeters is? Yeah. It's a measurement. It's about three quarters of an inch. All right. That's the distance that round missed your liver by. Is that what the doctor told you? Yes. You know what the liver does? No. It keeps you alive. Do you know who the man is who shot you? Maybe he didnt shoot me. Maybe it was one of the Mexicans. Do you know who the man is? No. Am I supposed to? Becase he's not somebody you really want to know. The people he meets tend to have very short futures. Nonexistent, in fact. Well good for him.

Eleanor leaned in closer and lowered her voice. "Aiyah, these people aren't just everyday rich with a few hundred million. They are China rich! We're talking billions and billions.

Estragon: Acaba beraber olmasaydık ikimiz için de daha hayırlı olmaz mıydı? (sahneyi baştan başa geçer, tümseğe oturur.) Aynı yolun yolcuları değiliz aslında. Vladimir: (kızmadan) Orası belli değil. Estragon: Doğru, hiçbir şey belli değil. (Vladimir sahneyi baştan başa geçer, Estragon'un yanına oturur.) Vladimir: Her zaman ayrılabiliriz; bizim için daha iyi olacağına inanıyorsan. Estragon: Artık değmez. (sessizlik) Vladimir: Doğru, artık değmez. (sessizlik) Estragon: Eee, gidelim mi? Vladimir: Evet, gidelim. (Kımıldamazlar.)

En un sens, le titre d’ancien, utilisé à son adresse par l’homme des bois, le ravit. C’est la reconnaissance implicite du peuple des bois à son égard, l’offre respectueuse de partager une existence en ces terres. Opinant du chef, Gibbie soutient : - J’ai les paumes pleines de farine. - Mes doigts sont percés d’échardes, agrée simplement Kardys. Les bruits reprennent dans le moulin, chacun revenant à ce qu’il faisait. Le grand forestier poursuit : - Alors, c’en était bien un… - Un Pâle-de-la-Nuit, réaffirme lugubrement le meunier. Et d’ajouter à la cantonade, avant de se replonger dans sa chope : - Je l’ai vu et entendu comme je vous vois.

Forget Trevor," Reva said. "You'll meet someone better, if you ever leave your apartment." She sipped and poured and went on about how "it's all about your attitude," and that "positive thinking is more powerful than negative thinking, even in equal amounts." She'd recently read a book called How to Attract the Man of Your Dreams Using Self-hypnosis, and so she went on to explain to me the difference between "wish fulfillment" and "manifesting your own reality." I tried not to listen. "Your problem is that you're passive. You wait around for things to change, and they never will. That must be a painful way to live. Very disempowering," she said, and burped. I had taken some Risperdal. I was feeling woozy. "Have you ever heard the expression 'eat shit or die'?" I asked. Reva unscrewed the tequila and poured more into her can. "It's 'eat shit and die," she said.

Every phrase had to be captured on paper or it wasn't real, it slipped away. I'd see the words hanging in midair--Camille, pass the milk-- and anxiety coiled up in me as they began to fade, like jet exhaust. Writing them down, though, I had them. No worries that they'd become extinct. I was a lingual conservationist. I was the class freak, a tight, nervous eighth-grader frenziedly copying down phrases ("Mr. Feeney is totally gay," "Jamie Dobson is ugly," "They never have chocolate milk") with a keenness bordering on the religious.

Explaining a professor's emphasis on teaching over research: "She traded clinical questions with determinable answers for perennial questions with inexhaustible answers.

Excuse me for a moment, will ye. I think I have to talk to the river,' he said unsteadily and flopped over the side-rail.

Flirt with the old ladies and you’ll be fine,” I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. “Is that how you get by?” “Doesn’t work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?” I paused and glanced at my nails. “Yeah, doesn’t work on them either.

For us to progress, we must be community in liberty, equality and fraternity.

Has Solan addled your brain?