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If you have a room which you do not want certain people to get into, put a lock on it for which they do not have the key. But there is no point in talking to them about it, unless of course you want them to admire the room from outside! The honorable thing to do is put a lock on the door which will be noticed only by those who can open it, not by the rest.

If you lack open communication and honesty in your life – It’s time to look within. Are you someone who handles heavy, emotional, or tough information well or do you often get excessively agitated, upset, or depressed? My rule of thumb is that no topic ‘should’ ever be off limits with a loved one. That is the goal to work towards. The point being, if you’re easy to talk to, people will talk to you! If you’re not, then they won’t!

If you look hard and long, you can find us. If you listen hard and long, you can hear any of us, call any of us that you wish.

If you listen closely, silence can be deafening.

If you look at the historical record, you will find that language has always been in decline. Which means, really, and it never has.

If you minimize your accomplishments, that's what people will believe about you. If you emphasize your accomplishments, that is how you will be perceived.

If your child is constantly interrupting or doing other things to get your attention, he is not getting enough communication of the right kind. Just the fact that you are in the house with him all day does not mean that you are necessarily devoting any time to com- munication of his choice.

If you say it very softly, with a smile, you can get away with saying almost anything, even the truth.

If you walk and talk with God, you will never miss the direction to your divine future. Be bold and offer your heart to be led by God.

If you want too much explaining from him, you're probably not tuned enough into your own sensuality. 90% of your communication with your man isn't supposed to be verbal, it's supposed to be sensual.

I get asked this question the most: “What’s your number-one tip for improving someone’s sex life?” My answer is always “Communication.

I grow grandiose, which is a good sign I should become prosaic.

I guess the truth is nobody told this smart kid that communication between such divergent life forms was impossible, so he just went ahead and did it anyhow.

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

I had many things to say, I did not have the words to say them. Painfully aware of my limitations, I watched helplessly as language became an obstacle…. Writing in my mother tongue—at that point close to extinction—I would pause at every sentence, and start over and over again…. All the dictionary had to offer seemed meager, pale, lifeless.

I have talents that I'm not supposed to have: I can tell who crushes on who by how they stand, I can read strides, I can hear the tonal differences between an alto and a soprano singing the same line so clearly that to me they sing entirely different notes, and I can read through the lines and tell when a person doesn't need to be writing at all. That, that is what makes me a snob, because I cannot abide a person putting pen to paper or fingers on keys when they don't need to, when word choice is not as relevant and demanding and essential to them as breathing and syntax is about being correct and not about being evocative.

I have a couple of favorite relatives, but because they're so far away I tend to ignore them-even though they have mailboxes, email addresses and telephone numbers. Today, I'll get back in touch.

I hate how it’s so much easier to be open and straightforward to a computer screen than to an actual person.

I have come to recognize that being trustworthy does not demand that I be rigidly consistent but that I be dependably real...Can I be expressive enough as a person that what I am will be communicated unambiguously?

I hope we can inaugurate a new humility in our use of religious language, which for me is the very proof that it is authentic.

I joined social media to get over an unrequited love of real life.

I knew that meant we were done and that we'd smooth over the surface I'd just tossed a rock into, but even the waves that crash down on the beach start out as tiny ripples, far out at sea. They just gain strength over time.

I know I am talking nonsense, but I’d rather go rambling on, and partly expressing something I find it difficult to express, than to keep on transmitting faultless platitudes.

I just like the feeling of finding the right word in my mind and employing it. I get pleasure from that feeling. I prefer language to gesture. I figured other people might, too.

Ik lees een net ontvangen sms: Ik heb over je nagedacht, jij bent zo postmodern als de pest. Daarom kan je Dostojevski niet lezen en van een vrouw houden. Alles uitsluitend door een filter. Via via. Dingen mogen je alleen via reflexieve curves aanspreken. Babel, Céline. Vooral niets rechtstreeks ervaren. Niettemin zou ik vannacht wel bij je willen blijven slapen, kan dat?

I knew that, but he didn’t, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person’s life on this earth. I don’t mean that we all end up dead, that’s not the great pity. I mean that he couldn’t tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn’t tell him what was real.

I know everything I need to about a person by their hands. Eyes may be the window to ones soul but hands disclose the being.

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

I like to quote Shakespeare. But in this case, the rapper Eminem said it best: Words are a motherfucker.

I laughed to myself although there was no one there to see me. I loved when he was available to me like this, when our relationship was like a Word document that we were writing and editing together, or a long private joke that nobody else could understand. I liked to feel that he was my collaborator. I liked to think of him waking up at night and thinking of me.

I like the way Twitter makes one be more concise. It looks like someone is saying sometthing wise

Illusion of transparency: We always know what we mean by our words, and so we expect others to know it too. Reading our own writing, the intended interpretation falls easily into place, guided by our knowledge of what we really meant. It’s hard to empathize with someone who must interpret blindly, guided only by the words. Be not too quick to blame those who misunderstand your perfectly clear sentences, spoken or written. Chances are, your words are more ambiguous than you think.

I love and enjoy writing. Writing is a form of daily communication. It a communication to higher divine power.

Imagine calling someone for 2 minutes to avoid hurtful miscommunication over 8 hours of texting? Your phone offers that option.

I’m a screwed-up person who no longer knows how to communicate with the people I love. But I meant everything I told you in my letter.

Improvement combines effectiveness with simplicity.

I mean …” Dennis was saying, looking pointedly at Mave, but Mave was watching the waitress approach. Oh, life, oh, sweet, forgiven for the ice … He grabbed Mave’s wrist. There was always an emergency. And then there was love. And then there was another emergency. That was the sandwiching of it. Emergency. Love. Emergency. “I mean, it’s not as if you’ve been dozing off,” Dennis was saying, his voice reaching her now, high and watery. “I mean, correct me if I’m wrong,” he said, “but I don’t think I’ve been having this conversation alone.” He tightened his grip. “I mean, have I?

Improving your communication skills can make life more fulfilling on many levels

I'm the man that'll make your nights shine bright like day light.

I'm very aware we are the first generation ever to have such incredible opportunities to express ourselves publicly to a worldwide audience.

I’m trying to think about what I can do. But instead all that comes to mind are the things I can’t do. How do we judge truth and goodness? Where are justice and righteousness hiding? A society that is violent or corrupt prohibits mutual communication. A society that fears communication is unable to solve any problem. It looks for someone to shift the responsibility to and turns even more violent.

I'm watching you, big boy, my eyes say, but his are closed so it's an optical monologue.

In an age that valued prolonged and detailed exposition, complexity, and repetition it was astonishing that Luther should have instinctively discerned the value of brevity.

I'm sorry to bother you," she whispered. "When I get excited about a movie I want to talk. I can't help it.

I'm Valerie Rye,' she said, savoring the words. 'It's all right for you to talk to me.

In addition to Ameslan, chimpanzees and other nonhuman primates are being taught a variety of other gestural languages. And it is just this transition from tongue to hand that has permitted humans to regain the ability-lost, according to Josephus, since Eden-to communicate with the animals.

In an age of sophistic over-complexity, simplicity can be useful.

In business, trust is crucial. As a society, we recognize that services may vary, as the same person may not provide the service each time, and therefore, there will be qualitative differences with each service. This variation of service and varying expectations without clear communication can lead to acts of incivility.

Incapable of communicating himself to others, incapable of breaking out of his isolation, doomed to remain the mere actor of his life, the deputy of his own ego—all that any human being can know of another is a mere symbol, a symbol of an ego that remains beyond our grasp, possessing no more value than that of a symbol; and all that can be told is the symbol of a symbol, a symbol at a second, third, nth remove, asking for representation in the true double sense of the word.

In conclusion, here's my advice to aspiring writers, journalists, and future lawyers - or anyone planning on working in the communications field: if you want an accurate account of any story, go to the primary sources. They know what really happened.