Quotes About Listening

Let us be silent — so we may hear the whisper of the gods.

The art of life is loving and listening to one another.

Get into the habit of saying, ''Speak, Lord,'' and life will become a romance.

When you listen, you learn, You absorb like a sponge - and your life becomes so much better than when you are just trying to be listened to all the time.

Being understood is not the most essential thing in life.

It's very important in life to know when to shut up. You should not be afraid of silence.

In life we listen to other people. Listen with varying degrees of concentration and attention, right? Actors must learn to listen in a different way.

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

To the young members of the Church, I promise that if you will listen, you will feel the Spirit well up within you. The Lord will tell you what He wants you to do with your life.

Deep inside, our integrity sings to us whether we are listening or not. It is a note that only we can hear. Eventually, when life makes us ready to listen, it will help us to find our way home.

All the masters tell us that the reality of life - which our noisy walking consciousness prevents us from hearing - speaks to us chiefly in silence.

I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.

One listens to one's lawyer prattle on as long as one can stand it and then signs where indicated.

Is the ambient noise level of my life low enough for me to hear the whispers of the Lord?

He either doesn't hear me or isn't listening

Yes! Do you never listen?" "I never listen." "Okay, well, it's a good thing I don't talk much then, isn't it?

the soothing cadence of somebody reading always had a transformative effect on babies; Griffin's theory was that children were evolutionarily engineered to listen to stories, because it stopped them from wandering off into the woods and getting eaten by hairy mammoths.

and I was selfish and wrong not to ask about your family before. I was told I should, but I didn't listen. It's my fault." Marek shrugged. "Was not your fault. Was my privilege.

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.

Somewhere outside, a goldfinch was singing. Or maybe it was a song sparrow. My dad tried to teach me different kinds of bird songs, but I couldn't quite remember.

I'm listening to the radio, bopping along, even driving with just one hand on the wheel. I do this to feign confidence, because the more I fake it, the more it's supposed to feel true.

I say it like I don't remember her name, even though I do, I mean, I just heard him say it not two minutes ago.

I hate when people say that they have something to tell you and they don't just say it. It's like when people say they have a funny story —like, just hurry up and tell the story and I'll decide for myself if I think it's funny or not.