Quotes About Listening

Big meetings and big talk are not enough in a world that is hungry for change. Big action - world leaders keeping their promises, and developing countries committing resources while listening ardently to the voice of the small farmer - is needed to bring big results and prosperity to the world's poor.

My parents always asked me what I thought, listened to my opinions, articulated their diagnoses of our challenges at home and abroad, and shared their ideas for how to build a more equal and prosperous country. I always felt part of their call to serve and part of my father's journey.

Sometimes we're tone-deaf in Washington, and we listen only to ourselves. We do not hear the cry of people who want answers, want action, want protection, and have some darn good ideas as to how to provide it if only we would listen.

I'm a very good listener, and I'm not interested in having fights simply for a question of protocol or vanity.

What is important to me is that when I write something, people listen to me. I provide my wisdom to people, whether they agree or not.

Silence is true wisdom's best reply.

CHOR. Who can decide what is right, or understand an argument, till he has clearly heard the statement of both?

Speak to me, wood pigeon. I need your voice.

They are a very decent, generous lot of people out here and they don't expect you to listen. Always remember that, dear boy. It's the secret of social ease in this country. They talk entirely for their own pleasure. Nothing they say is designed to be heard.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

So he nodded, smiled, listened, was happy.

I can never judge a man while he's talking

On either side the fields were beneficently tranquil; the space through which the cavalcade moved was high and limitless. In the country there was less noise as though they were all listening atavistically for wolves in the wide snow.

To this husband of hers she made the last concession of married life, which is more complete, more irrevocable, than the first—she listened to him. She told herself that the years had brought her tolerance—actually they had slain what measure she had ever possessed of moral courage. She

To this husband of hers she made the last concession of married life, which is more complete, more irrevocable, than the first—she listened to him. She told herself that the years had brought her tolerance—actually they had slain what measure she had ever possessed of moral courage.

Dick was always vividly conscious of his surroundings, while Collis Clay lived vaguely, the sharpest impressions dissolving upon a recording apparatus that had early atrophied, so the former talked and the latter listened, like a man sitting in a breeze.

I went in — after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove — but I don't believe they heard a sound.

Seated in a car full of women, squashed between his six-foot landlady and Sybil Underwood, having to listen to them talk nonstop all the way to Atlanta and back, was too much for him to bear.

raging across Europe. Every night, families sat glued to the radio, listening to the news of Poland. Most still had relatives

The greatest moral failing of meritocracy is the belief that your success, your higher perch in society, makes you superior in any fundamental sense. After all, in democracies, at least, the people's wishes are the ultimate source of authority. So, let's be clear, as we navigate this pandemic and future crises, people need to listen to the experts. But the experts also need to listen to the people.

Listening is always preferable to talking. Let the other remove his veil, as my grandmother used to say. Give your response time to ripen.

seems Valentine Mitchell is in the mood to talk. All I did was listen. What you don't know, nor did I know, is this. The Colemans are in serious financial difficulty. They're about to lose the ranch because of a severe drought. They've had to sell off the cattle and Thoroughbreds. There

THIRD WATCHER Let her speak. Don't interrupt. She knows words that mermaids taught her...I'm falling asleep in order to hear her...Go on, sister, go on...My heart aches because I wasn't you when you dreamed at the seashore...

As vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido