Best 229 quotes in «talk quotes» category

I'm sorry." "Sorry? For what?" He straightened and moved a bit closer, sounding honestly puzzled. "I am not much of a conversationalist, I'm afraid. I am not used to - to any of this. You must find this terribly..." "Terribly what?" "Boring." She faced him squarely then, for she refused to shy away from difficulties. He let out a short bark of laughter. "Boring? My dear Miss Bainbridge, boring is definitely something you are not." "I don't know how you can say that," she retorted somewhat crossly. "There is really no need for you to be polite. I haven't said any of the things I should. I have been blunt and no doubt impolite. I have never danced before with any man I haven't known since I could toddle. And now I cannot even come up with the most commonplace remark." His chuckle was low and warm [...]. "Oh, you know what I mean." Really the man was maddening. "You shouldn't laugh at someone who is admitting their grievous social ineptitude." "What else should I do?" His teeth glinted in the darkness. "Let me assure you that I have danced with a great many girls whom I have not known since childhood. And I have heard a great many commonplace remarks. It is, quite frankly, a relief to enjoy the quiet and cool of the garden without hearing that the weather is quite nice this evening or that the breeze is most refreshing or that the party is so enjoyable.

In life, as in art, talking vitiates doing.

In many a case, the phrase ‘I’d like to get to know you better’ is a euphemism for ‘I want us to fuck.

In light of this, my visits with Morrie felt like a cleansing rinse of human kindness. We talked about life and we talked about love. We talked about one of Morrie's favourite subjects, compassion and why our society had such a shortage of it.

In your anger, zip your lips!

In my days and in my nights, they talk to me, your eyes!

Intriguing isn't it? One day you are the king of your world. And the next day, you stand aside, watching it all burn. Ashes slipping out of your hand, you just stand and stare, your glassy gaze fixed on something no one else could see, no one else could know... People will talk as people do talk. And they will walk over the ashes. And the ashes will dance in front of you, reminding you every second of what was and what might have been. And you will almost give in. But my advice is, don’t give in. Because one day, you will decide to turn the corner. Put it all behind you. Just stand strong and still as the great wind comes and takes all the ashes away with with it, leaving fresh air behind. Fresh for you to make a new world, a better world.

Is not most talking A crazed defense of a crumbling fort? I thought we came here To surrender in Silence.

Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.

I promised myself that we’d have this little air-clearing chat today without my tongue ending up in your mouth.

It is unpredictable for you to know which of the strangers you are about to meet that becomes your friend. Be polite to every stranger!

I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses.

It's far more important why is being said, than what.

...I only told you about it because I thought I might get a laugh out of you for once even if it wasn't the truth, Jessie. Things don't have to be true to talk about 'em, you know.

I talk to my silences ...

It does not matter where I am today, tomorrow we'll talk.

I tend to avoid people who always have something to say … and those who expect me to always have something to say.

It's very foolish from your side to think that you are free. You Obey language POV: There are rules in each language, obeying... is slavery.... = FREEDOM - Illusion You follow traditions: POV: By Obeying traditions, is = slavery.... = FREEDOM - Illusion ... The list could continue, but we don't have so much time to talk about it.

I wondered why humans were even given the gift of speech at all. We no longer needed it; we’ve forgotten to talk about anything. We only waste it.

Listen, Wesley, this may sound weird coming from me, since I hate you and all, but you can tell me stuff if you want.” It sounded like something out of a cheesy G-rated movie. Great. “I mean, I vented all of my shit about Jake to you, so if you want to do the same,… well, I’m cool with that.” The smirk slipped for a second. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Then he cleared his throat and added stiffly, “Didn’t you say that you needed to go home? You don’t want to be late for school.” “Right.” I started to stand, but his warm hand closed around my wrist. I turned around and found him looking at me. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. Before I even realized what was happening, he pulled away and whispered, “Thank you, Bianca.

It's safe to tell us stuff, okay?" This means it's not safe to tell them anything.

Morrie.. had developed his own culture - long before he got sick. He read books to find new ideas for his classes, visited with colleagues, kept up with old students, wrote letters to distant friends. He took more time eating and looking at nature.. He had created a cocoon of human activities - conversation, interaction, affection - and it filled his life like an overflowing soup bowl.

Little kids talk about the strangest things. They really do.

Many parents talk about early marriage to their children, little is said about financial stability.

Many use the word “Kingdom” flippantly. Even though we sing about it in our praise songs, we talk about it in our sermons, yet we seem to still not understand its reality in our daily lives

...naar jeg er hiemme, er jeg idelig udi et Slags Arbeyd, som foraarsager Hovedbryden, saa at jeg gaaer ud alleene for at lade Hiernen have fornøden Hvile. Saadan Hvile faaes fornemmeligen udi Fruer-Stuer, hvor der forefalder gemeenligen ikke uden jævn Snak, som ingen Meditation behøver. Og er det derfore, at, naar jeg haver studeret mig en Hovedpine til, jeg ingen heller besøger, end Madame N. N., hvilken fortæller mig intet uden hvad Mad hun haver spiset den Dag, eller hvor mange Ægg hendes Høns have udlagt den Uge, eller andre saadanne Materier, hvorved Hiernen ikke brydes eller Hovedets Seener strekkes.

Naar jeg kommer i Mænds Selskab, presenteres mig enten et Glas Viin eller en Pibe Tabac, som aldeeles ikke er min Ragout. Udi Fruentimmer-Selskab derimod faaer jeg Thee, Café og jævn Pølse-Snak.

It was our first time really talking to one another. We talked about the weather. Now, I dont like surface conversations about the weather. It seems to just be a way to have a polite conversation because there isn't really much else to say. Sometimes it's a way to buffer an awkward situation, or light enough of a topic to carry in passing and quickly abandon without anything left hanging. But this particular weather discussion was far from that. It was so eloquent. We talked about how the weather can inspire certain longings. It was laced with romantic intonations. You could sense the magnitude of how powerful this energy transfer between us in the climate we were existing in, already was and could be.

Most men would no longer enjoy conversing with most women if they stopped bringing their vaginas along.

Mungu alitupa masikio mawili na ulimi mmoja. Tunatakiwa kusikiliza zaidi kuliko kuongea.

Negative people talk and your dreams begin to wither off. But they begin to sprout in the fragrance of hope when they find a new soil! Change your environment!

Neno moja kutoka mdomoni mwako linaweza kukuletea madhara makubwa. Waweza kusema kitu ukadhani umepatia kumbe umeharibu. Fikiria kwanza maana ya kitu unachosema, halafu sema.

Never underestimate wisdom in silence, proof isn't always a mouthful of words.

Not everyone who talks less or keeps quiet whenever they are with or around you does that because they find you interesting or knowledgeable; some people do that because they find you boring or ignorant.

Nothing complements a fast mind better than a slow tongue. And nothing aggravates a slow mind better than a fast tongue.

Not long," Zia said. "I wanted to talk to you before [Carter and Amos] come back." [Sadie] raised an eyebrow. "About Carter? Well, if you're wondering whether he likes you, the way he stammers might be an indication." Zia frowned. "No, I'm—" "Asking if I mind? Very considerate. I must say at first I had my doubts, what with you threatening to kill us and all, but I've decided you're not the bad sort, and Carter's mad about you, so—" "It's not about Carter." "Oops. Could you just forget what I said, then?

Once you talk about your shame to others you no longer feel shame

My thoughts reel for something to save me from falling into the invisible pit of misery

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

Orthodoxy is the wide open field within which successful breeding can take place. If one maintains that Jesus was an eater of magic mushrooms or a Martian, then this will not make for fertility. There is not enough in common for there to be intercourse in any sense. How different can two believers be for the encounter to be fertile? This is a complex question which we do not need to explore here. Of course ultimately we must share orthodoxy, but this is not to narrow the scope of the conversation; it is to enter the broad terrain of the mystery, in which we are liberated from the tightness of ideology. It is a serious misuse of language to use the word 'orthodox' to mean conservative or, even worse, rigid. Orthodoxy does not lie in the unvarying and thoughtless repetition of received formulas. As Karl Rahner pointed out, that can be a form of heresy. Orthodoxy is speaking about our faith in ways that keep open the pilgrimage towards the mystery. Often it is hard to know immediately whether a new statement of belief is a new way of stating our faith or its betrayal. It takes time for us to tell.

Our love must not be a thing of words and fine talk. It must be a thing of action and sincerity.

People are scared... just scared... look the selfies... and let's then talk...

People enjoy convincing others, if others are wrong they convince them towards right, if others are already right they still want to convince them towards wrong.

NASA astronauts have only managed to live continuously on the International Space Station (ISS) for a year and Biosphere 2 on Earth failed at two years of uninterrupted human habitation. Both cases required extracting the sickened people from the toxic environments. At this point it is ludicrous to talk about a permanent manned base on Mars.

People would say bad things about you, because it is the only way their insignificant self can feel better than you.

Pick a mentor. Select and be closer to someone who is there to talk to you, inspire you, and be on you, monitoring your affairs and movements for the best reasons and ensuring that your dreams become fruitful.

Pride kept her from confiding in the other girls, and caution kept her from confessing to the older women.

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.

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

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