talking

Anyone that says his mind will be probably regarded a fool, but the true artist is not moved by the comments about the looks of his painting or remarks that are dreadfully sarcastic, but hearken now! That he who says what others want to hear hasn't said anything of his own.

Before I spoke with people, I did not think of all these things because there was no one to bother to think them for. Now things just come out of my mouth which are true.

Well, it's really no use our talking in the way we have been doing if the words we use mean something different to each of us...and nothing.

In many a case, the phrase ____ like to get to know you better_ is a euphemism for __ want us to fuck.

Talking doesn't mean you have said something. What really matters is the message your words carry, not the sound, but the reveberation it causes on the soul.

Soon he essentially stopped talking. "I am retreating into silence as a defensive mode," he mentioned. Eventually, he was down to uttering just five words, and only to guards: yes; no; please; thank you. "I am surprised," he wrote, "by the amount of respect this garners me. That silence intimidates puzzles me. Silence is to me normal, comfortable." Later he added, "I will admit to feeling a little contempt for those who can't keep quiet.

Talking about one's feelings defeats the purpose of having those feelings. Once you try to put the human experience into words, it becomes little more than a spectator sport. Everything must have a cause, and a name. Every random thought must have a root in something else.

Did your mom ever tell you, __f you can__ say something nice, don__ say anything_? She was right__nd talking nicely also applies when you__e talking to yourself, even inside your head. (339)

The thing he said aloud did not succeed.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

Typing is the future of talking and to don't forgot and brother of feature.

I enjoy poetry where I can talk as bizarre as I please, but theology or philosophy, I always respect the truth by taking it a step further.

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.

You say you have nothing to write about? How do you find things to talk about? You can write about those things you like to talk about, that's your area of expertise

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.

Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!