Quotes about Communication
T?cerea face parte din conversa?ie.
— Cicero
Even with good intentions and deep love, we can fundamentally misunderstand each other. We get caught up in the day-to-day chores of our lives. Our communication ends up focusing only on who is doing what. We assume things.
— Clayton M. Christensen
God is the partner of our most intimate soliloquies. That is to say, whenever you are talking to yourself in utmost sincerity and ultimate solitude--he to whom you are addressing yourself may justifiably be called God.
— Viktor E. Frankl
During psychoanalysis, the patient must lie down on a couch and tell you things which sometimes are very disagreeable to tell." Whereupon I immediately retorted with the following improvisation: "Now, in logotherapy the patient may remain sitting erect but he must hear things which sometimes are very disagreeable to hear.
— Viktor E. Frankl
Logos is a Greek word which denotes meaning.
— Viktor E. Frankl
The immediate influence of behavior is always more effective than that of words. But
— Viktor E. Frankl
Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence
— Virginia Woolf
They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.
— Virginia Woolf
Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.
— Virginia Woolf
It appeared that nobody ever said a thing they meant, or ever talked of a feeling they felt, but that was what music was for.
— Virginia Woolf
Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the center which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.
— Virginia Woolf
We are about to part, said Neville. Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat. He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unaswered. I shall send him poems and he will perhaps reply with a picture post card. But it is for that that I love him. I shall propose a meeting - under a clock, by some Cross; and shall wait and he will not come. It is for that that I love him.
— Virginia Woolf