Quotes About Listening

If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.

The faces of the panel listening were the very embodiment of skepticism made flesh.

Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them.

I never learn anything talking. I only learn things when I ask questions.

never tell your problems to any1...20% donot care and 80% are glad to have them...

For what purpose?" "So they don't devour the other speakers.

The trees are aware, and the bushes. The birds and small animals are aware, and they listen, hesitant, suspecting. Awareness of danger is an element of their being. It is like their breathing, like the blood in their veins, and one who lives much with the wilderness become so aware, too... Half of woodcraft is attention, and all of survival.

If one has a book, Mr. Boone, One is never alone. They will talk to you when you want to listen, and when you tire of what they are saying, you just close the book. It will be waiting for you when you come back to it.

You never learn anything when you're talkin', boy, only when you're listenin'.

But what child in his later years does not wish he had listened when his parents talked among themselves, about themselves, their families, the way they had lived? So often we do not realize how much we could have learned until it is too late and there is no going back.

I had already learned to listen to the advice of others but to act only on my own beliefs, and to make my own decisions.

Some folks think that being smart in the books is the only kind of smart, but that just isn't so. Men learn a lot by doin', and they learn by listenin' to what others say, but when a man is workin' on a farm or walkin' in the woods or ridin' across country, he can do a lot of thinking. Many a man who reads a lot just repeats what he's read, and not what he thinks.

The night before there had been much talk while I was at table, and taking no part in it, I listened nonetheless, for a trail is followed not only upon the earth but in the minds of those one pursues or the minds of those whose thinking is similar.

There was much to learn of people, much to learn of the art of government, which had suddenly become my responsibility. I had already learned to listen to the advice of others but to act only on my own beliefs, and to make my own decisions.

Sometimes people can learn a lot about each other just by sitting in silence.

So, you just told him all his cards?" East asked when we returned. "And he's going to remember them?" asked West. "You can ask me," my uncle said. "Despite my lack of eyesight, I can hear and speak.

It is impossible to describe, in words, exactly what Miss Nogard heard when she listened to Mavis's brain. Babies don't think in words. Miss Nogard heard pure love. And trust. And faith. With no words to get in the way. It was a love so strong that it dissolved away all the bitterness that had been caked around her heart.

Music needs blank spaces sometimes," Cotton said. "They take up all the blank spaces." "Now you're talkin' about music," said Billy Goat. "Nobody makes real music anymore. It's all just a big show." "Just background for MTV," said Duncan. "It's almost impossible for a real musician to do anything worth listening to anymore. Now it's all I-don't-know-what.

Jo knew nothing about philosophy or metaphysics of any sort, but a curious excitement, half pleasurable, half painful, came over her, as she listened with a sense of being turned adrift into time and space, like a young balloon out on a holiday.

Please could I say one word? was the question three times repeated before a rough head boobed out from the grotto of books in which Mac usually sat. Did anyone speak? he asked, blinking in the flood of sunshine that entered with Rose. Only three times, thank you. Don't disturb yourself, I beg; for I merely want to say a word, answered Rose.

I seldom ask questions of men, as they are not fond of gossip.

I've talked too long, I'm afraid. There are others here who wished to talk.

blustering contractor stormed into his office and launched into a snarling tirade against him while he sat hunched over his writing desk and didn't look up until the man had exhausted himself. Then, spinning about in his swivel chair, he looked up and coolly asked, "I didn't catch what you were saying. Would you mind repeating that?

I observed that he spoke very little indeed, and always in a low and quiet voice.