Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

You don't have to yell at me Schiavone. I'm not blind!

All men hate the nagging.

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.

I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.

If a person feels he can't communicate, the least he can do is shut up about it.

It's hard to argue with someone that won't argue with you.

I've done the thing where I stop being communicative, and I've been on the other side where the other person isn't communicating, and I become frustrated.

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.

Women! Can't live with 'em, can't live with 'em!

Speaking of love, one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days, in books and plays and movies, Is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love: husbands and wives who can't communicate, Children who can't communicate with their parents, and so on. And the characters in these books and plays and so on, And in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoaning the fact that they can't communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate, the very least he can do is to shut up!

Stop being so...optimistic, its getting on my nerves." "No problem. Do you want me to be all gloom and doom or just shut up?" "Just shut up." "Can do." "Really? Doesn't seem like it." -Jacob and seth

To get a man's attention, just stand in front of the TV and don't move. He'll talk to you. I promise.

There’s no use saying anything in the schoolyard because there’s always someone with an answer and there’s nothing you can do but punch them in the nose and if you were to punch everyone who has an answer you’d be punching morning noon and night.

Men don't respond to words. What they respond to is "no contact".

Women, O, women! They'll find the baddest meanin' in your words & hold it up.

His frown was less dark and more confused. "What's new for you? Dancing?" And so much more, but all I said was, "Yes." "And you let some strange college boy grind all over you for your first time? That's stupid, Ali." Not going to be embarrassed, not going to be embarrassed. "First, he wasn't grinding on me, and second, you're no better than him." A solid minute of silence, then "You are terrible for my ego, you know that?" I could say the same to him.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

Talkin', talkin, talkin', talk. Baby, let's just knock it off. They don't know what we been through. They don't know 'bout me and you.

If women are often frustrated because men do not respond to their troubles by offering matching troubles, men are often frustrated because women do.

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

I matched my heated tone with one of pure ice. "I believe I did attempt to relate to you the facts of my calls and you interrupted me with a rather magnificent display of temper much as you are doing now. If you do not have all the facts of the case perhaps you have no one but yourself to blame." Brisbane opened his mouth and shut it with a snap. His mouth remained closed but I could hear him muttering under his breath. "What are you saying?" "I am counting. To one hundred. In Cantonese.

I tried--I swear I tried. But you didn't want to hear what I was saying, and I used that as an excuse to let it go on.

I threw my hands up. Men. They were impossible to reason with.