142 Quotes About Conversations

Let me explain before another word is written: I have never once asked a cat, "So tell me what's up, Charlie?" and Charlie says, "Jeez Jackson, thanks for asking. A little annoyed by the fluorescent lights, and will you please check out this tiny piece-of-junk pan I have to crap in but, hey, I still got my legs, you know? Can't complain, pal.

I am the Thomas Edison of conversational stupidity.

And here lies our conundrum: we hate the world when we talk about it, but if all of us hate the world for being mean, there is no world to hate. We’re stuck in theory and are entertaining an invisible villain. Up close, you get along with those supposed monsters. The world is made up of individual people who despise the world, but when meeting, they get along all the same. There is no evil society, only people we haven’t met yet.

When you said goodbye earlier, I wish there had been something more. It's too sharp of a turn. Endings are jarring. It doesn’t make any sense. 'Goodbyes' are the oldest thieves around. Because they steal all the credit of a moment. All the good out of a conversation. The lasting impression of goodbyes makes it seem as if no party ever cared to begin with. You know?

This is the goodbye song.It doesn’t rhyme but at least we’re singing. There will be silence between nowAnd the next time we see each other.But I like you still, so let us keep.It really was something and we were this. Thank you for being you.You’re welcome for being me.And now I will say: goodbye. Goodbye!

I have always tried to avoid talking to pretty girls, because pretty girls have a vicious effect on me in which every part of my brain is shut down except for the part that says unbelievably stupid things and the part that is aware that I am saying unbelievably stupid things.

I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but why are you speaking in exclamation points?" asked Lina. "You do it in your e-mails too. You know you can end sentences with periods and I won’t think you’re an asshole?

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

We were talking about life and relationships. Then she asked me "What's your current status?"I smiled and said "Wanderer!"And she couldn't stop smiling.