When people talk trash about you, you have to keep it moving, keep the records hot and keep your head up.

Can we start over? Can we be strangers again? Let me introduce myself. We can laugh and talk. And relearn what we already know. And come up with new inside jokes. And create new memories. And give each other a second chance.

I’m sorry while you were talking I was trying to figure where the hell you got the idea I cared.

My heart talks about nothing but you.

“How can you read and talk at the same time?” I asked.
“Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.”

I’m technologically challenged, so I finally hooked up Bluetooth in my truck so I can talk going down the road.

It is a lot easier to keep your head up when you are going through a tough time if you don’t go it alone. So reach out. Talk to someone you love.

I want to sleep but my brain won’t stop talking to itself.

I vaguely hoped that someone would come up and talk to me.

The only thing I want to do for my entire life – it is to lie next to you naked and talk about everything in this world.

Don’t you ever talk about Miss Honda that way again, you low life.

A woman who can talk tough while completely naked…amazing.

They took all the joy out of fucking by talking about it all the time. I liked to fuck too, but it wasn’t my religion. There were too many ridiculous and tragic things about it. People didn’t seem to know how to handle it. So they made a toy out of it. A toy that destroyed people.

I don’t care if we talk about absolutely nothing, I just want to talk to you.

I don’t mind staying up all night and being tired the next day as long as I’m talking to you.

You’re all my heart ever talks about.

When I talk to you, I fall in love over and over again.

Cuddling with you, talking with you, and being with you, that’s what I love most.

Talking to you, laughing with you, being with you, changes my whole mood.

I smile like an idiot when I’m talking to you Doesn’t matter if it’s in person or through text or anything else. I just smile

I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.

I want to be with you today. Doing nothing but chatting, laughing, hugging, and more.

Teasle: “For a colonel, the way you’re talking, you don’t seem to like the military very much.”
Trautman: “Of course I don’t. Who in his right mind would?”

I just wanna talk, and conversate ’cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate.

I don’t really like talking. I like to execute. I’m not a talking person. I’m an action person.

Somehow, it always worked. Kneeling at the side of my bed and talking to the Lord made everything okay.

When the scary subject of race is finally broached, kids want to talk and talk. It’s very satisfying.

I… There was a time when I stopped talking. Just like you. My reasons were a little bit different, but I think the feelings of being ashamed of myself and hating myself are the same. Here, it says to “like yourself.” What does that mean? Good things – how are you supposed to find them? I only know things that I hate about myself. Because that’s all I know, I hate myself. But even if you force yourself to find good things, it feels so empty. It doesn’t work that way. People like your teacher just don’t get it. I think when you hear someone say they like you, for the first time, then you can begin to like yourself. I think when someone accepts you, for the first time, you feel like you can forgive yourself a little. You can begin to face your fears with courage.

We didn’t talk much. But we didn’t need to.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I’ve been smart longer.

Let a man live with God, not afraid to talk with him. Let him study God’s plans and methods, as one of Michelangelo’s pupils might study his.

But I wanted to talk more about her and Vine Station and the future.
“Sometimes I don’t get you,” I said.
She didn’t even glance at me. She just smiled toward the television and said, “You never get me. That’s the whole point.”

Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.

Having love for your enemy is a hard thing to do, real talk.

I love talking about music. I’ll show you a song and break it down for 50 minutes. I’m a geek about it.

I do talk like a truck driver sometimes, or I curse. What can I say?

Covey leader calling Raven. Come on Raven. Covey leader calling Raven. Covey leader to Raven, talk to me, Johnny.

I wish I had someone to talk to when I can’t sleep.

I needed to see you today. Once again it could not be. So I will spend the night tossing and turning and try to talk myself out of trying to talk myself out of you.

Don’t start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I’m putting the world to right.

Neal: Eh, look, I don’t want to be rude, but I’m not much of a conversationalist, and I really want to finish this article, a friend of mine wrote it, so…
Del: Don’t let me stand in your way, please don’t let me stand in your way. The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabbermouth… You know, nothing grinds my gears worse than some chowderhead that doesn’t know when to keep his big trap shut… If you catch me running off with my mouth, just give me a poke on the chubbs…

This is a barbershop, not a hair salon. You come in here not trying to impress anyone. It’s a place just to talk, to hang out with the fellows, talk about sports, women, relationships.

Barbers love to talk non-stop.

When one barber cuts another barber’s hair, which one does the talking?

I don’t really believe in closure. That’s something that writers talk about or people wished that they had.

With everything going on in my life—going on in my head—I wanted to talk with you. Really talk. Just once. A chance we never seemed to get at school. Or at work. A chance to ask, Who are you?’
We didn’t get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid that I had no chance with you.
That’s what I thought. And I was fine with that. Because whit if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were?
That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

Let them talk, and talk and talk. Let them say what they want. We will laugh at the thought they dont know what we’ve got. Every year that goes by, a year older we are. You’ll still be beautiful then, bless your beautiful heart.

Over the course of my career, I played on many different teams. Some, I liked. Some, I really f**king hated. I’m not mentioning any names, but let’s just say Seattle can tongue-kiss my shit hole. The best way to get a new team on your side is to trash the last team you played for. Talk shit about how their fans suck and their women have pancake titties. If that doesn’t work, then just like prison, you pick the biggest, baddest dude on the team and you kick him in his f**king teeth.

It’s hard to find a person to talk to, someone who will always just listen without judging you, someone who will just take you as you are.

Don’t talk behind my back, if you have a problem with me, then bring it to my attention.

Sometimes it’s better to let the silence do the talking.