Best 376 quotes in «dialogue quotes» category

Where there is a readiness for dialogue, there is a chance for peace.

Why so sad?" Zach queries in fairy-tale tones. "Rachel?" "O my brother Ivanushka," she recites. "A heavy stone is round my throat, silken grass grows through my fingers, yellow sand lies on my breast." "That's perishing gloomy," Zach remarks. "It ends happily though. Gracious! Everything sounds depressing this morning," adds Rachel. "There's a teacher at my school, she's very young, but she goes, Gracious! Just like a dowager. Makes me laugh. Except this morning. I can't help it. I am too depressed. I hate those voices so much. In the Gardens." "Stop listening," Zach scolds and put his hands in her hair—silken grass grows through his fingers.

Yes, my mother was on about Byron. But who wants to be like Byron? I despise him.

Ye are a scoundrel, a black-hearted robber and a rogue,' Stubble said cheerily to the grumbling captain. It was his usual way of haggling, and he'd beaten down the riverman to a decent price for conveying himself and Anvar to Lankarn.

You haven't forgotten that we're having dinner with the Belangers this evening?" I asked. "Of course not," he said. "I am hoping that one of them will let slip that they killed their father and we can lay the thing to rest.

You are heroic, Mr. Lynch-Gibbon. The knight of infinite humiliation. One does not know whether to kiss your feet or to recommend that you have a good analysis." She said it as one might say "a good thrashing.

You don't know what it is to want a man, any man. I wish I could discover some respectable male prostitutes, like civil servants or university dons who do it in their spare time for a bit of pocket money, there must be such people.

You don't much like anything, do you?" "No, nothing," said Anna, smiling her nice fat malign smile.

You get so worked up and flowery! You sound as if you were quoting something all the time!

You really don't understand what it's like to have bad parents, do you?

You mustn't mind so much. It's all in your head." "Well, I live in my head.

You know how there are words that never really—they are never really quite right. You can't quite trust them. Use them. You know. Without pause.' 'There are words I stare at,' Zach says. 'Strange. Every time. Misled, that's one. I see mizzled. And unshed. I read unched.' 'Me too! But that's a different thing—except, now you mention it, it's odd about unshed, that it's only for tears. Mostly. Hardly ever blood, for instance, you don't see unshed blood. Unched. Not really.' 'Not in my case anyway. Mine sheds all over the joint! I'm a bleeder all right.

You're a pretty woman." "I'm almost as pretty as that silver wedding ring on your left hand.

You're right, it's all going to be perfection," Kitty said, gazing out the window as the workmen began rehanging The Palace of Eighteen Perfections on her drawing-room wall.

Your lies are like a silent fart. Can't see 'em, but I can smell 'em.

You want to stay here and sleep your life away? That's it?" "If you knew what would make you happy, wouldn't you do it?" I asked her. "See, you do want to be happy. Then why did you tell me that being happy is dumb?" she asked. "You said that to me more than once." "Let me be dumb," I said, glugging the NyQuil. "You go be smart and tell me how great it is. I'll be here, hibernating." Reva rolled her eyes. "It's natural," I told her. "People used to hibernate all the time." "People never hibernated. Where are you getting this?" She could look really pathetic when she was outraged. She got up and stood there holding her stupid knockoff Kate Spade bag or whatever it was, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and crowned with a useless, plastic, tortoiseshell headband. She was always getting her hair blown out, her eyebrows waxed into thin, arched, parentheses, her fingernails painted various shades of pink and purple, as though all of this made her a wonderful person. "It's not up for discussion, Reva. This is what I'm doing. If you can't accept it, then you don't have to.

You said you were having fun." "Well, yes and no, strictly speaking I was in hell. Perhaps I have always been there. One can have fun in hell.

You've obviously never been in love." "I have actually. And awfully. And—always—without hope—I've never had my love reciprocated ever.

You think I exaggerate." "At the moment—" "Well, this sort of moment never really stops . . .

A cigarette is a breathing space. It makes a parenthesis. The time of a cigarette is a parenthesis, and if it is shared, you are both in that parenthesis. Its like a proscenium arch for a dialogue.

A dialogue leads to connection, which leads to trust which leads to engagement

A dialogue among civilizations can be seen as a dialogue between the individual and the universal.

A dialogue sounds like a great idea, but we don't think the government actually wants one. The royal family lied in 2011 when they said they were ready for dialogue. Now we have suffered even more and we will not give up our rights.

A fully functional multiracial society cannot be achieved without a sense of history and open, honest dialogue.

Advertising becomes a dialogue that becomes an invitation to a relationship.

Agriculture and intercultural dialogue: our common heritage.

A good argument, like a good dialogue, is always a proof of life, but I'd much rather go and read a book.

As an investigative reporter, I'm trying to uncover things and expose them to create a dialogue.

Also a good director and good dialogue. That's very important because you're bringing the words to life. So it's very important for an actor to have good dialogue.

All politicians have three ways of expressing themselves - the intimate dialogue that can often be violent and raw, then the dialogue in front of the camera and then big public speeches.

A lot of times, you're circling around a lot of things, and then you find that one person, or that little piece of dialogue, and it doesn't always have to be in person.

Characterization is an accident that flows out of action and dialogue.

A theological thought can breathe only in the atmosphere of dialogue with God.

By blood and faith, Jews are God's chosen, and have no need for 'dialogue' with any gentile.

By dialogue, we let God be present in our midst, for as we open ourselves to one another, we open ourselves to God.

Control your inner dialogue. Talk to yourself positively all the time.

Doing collections, doing fashion is like a non-stop dialogue.

Dialogue does not happen when we are adversaries.

Dialogue is character and character is plot.

Dialogue is the fundamental unfolding of a gift of oneself to another.

Dialogue that's distinctive, funny, peculiar, and specific is the main thing that makes me want to get involved with a film to begin with.

Faith in people is an a priori requirement for dialogue.

Every cell is eavesdropping on your internal dialogue.

Every time North Korea commits an additional provocation, the U.N. Security Council passes another resolution. But when it comes to dialogue, currently there is nothing set. I hope to have frank and open discussions with President Trump on this issue.

Good dialogue is not real speech-it's the illusion of real speech.

First and foremost, note that Plato always wrote dialogues, and never attempted to produce a theoretical or scientific treatise. This is a big clue for me. From beginning to end, Plato was aware of the limits of theoretical and technical reasoning, and his dialogues are a massive exploration.

For me, it really is about a dialogue. Life can be really isolating or terrifying or euphoric - it's all these things. And while I'm here I want to have an exchange. I want something to vibrate. And I want to be really stimulated.

From the very beginning, I always tried to make dialogue flow comfortably; I always did that to make it seem more authentic.

Hear one side and you will be in the dark. Hear both and all will be clear.

Honesty and openness is always the foundation of insightful dialogue.