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It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of supersophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.
It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of supersophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.
Each mind is pressed, and open every ear, to hear new tidings, though they no way joy us.
Each mind is pressed, and open every ear, to hear new tidings, though they no way joy us.
After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak read more
After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?
No one would talk much in society, if he knew how often he misunderstands others.
No one would talk much in society, if he knew how often he misunderstands others.
We dissect nature along lines laid down by our native language. Language is not simply a reporting device for experience read more
We dissect nature along lines laid down by our native language. Language is not simply a reporting device for experience but a defining framework for it.
We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say.
We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently read more
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.
Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.
Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.
Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the read more
Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.
