Turn the fan off when I’m talking. It not only makes my words colder, but it distorts and dilutes what I’m saying.

When we want to talk, we can instead listen, and let our attentiveness to another's need to speak, be our silent statement.

I try my best to create a good quote while sitting alone. But I can never create it. Only on talking to you I get lots of lines

You have two eyes, and two ears, but only one mouth. This is so because you are supposed to look and listen more than you talk.

We had an unspoken love for one another. Probably because she’d never talk to me or return my phone calls or texts.


Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened. However, kind people offer compassion and understanding regardless.

Being able to read well in public and talk about your work in an engaging fashion is part of most writers' job specification.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

Go sip on gossip, and leave the coffee talk for me to chug. I’ll be in the kitchen, giggling like a schoolgirl if you need me.

Like a good Indian, he knew when to talk and when to remain silent. Like a good Indian, he knew there was never a good time to talk.

We both tried to speak at the same time, and ended up remaining silent the whole night. That’s when I realized we were in love.

It was always this way: The more people talked, the more they obscured. You didn't need to argue for the truth. You could see it.

I have a theory that sometimes people think they need to talk as much as possible, almost as if talking more equates to knowing more.

Even though friends say they are interested in your life, they never really want to talk about you as much as you want them to. (68)

I talk about talking like I listen to listening—in a room with mirrored walls that makes me appreciate the infinity that is God.