Quotes About Listening

Falam muito alto, rapidíssimo e todos ao mesmo tempo", queixou-se Adams. "Se fizerem uma pergunta, antes que seu interlocutor possa pronunciar três palavras em resposta, voltam à falação e sem previsão para acabar."25 A

Lincoln's genius was his ability to draw upon the talents of others, meld together diverse personalities who often did not trust one another, and then listen to their advice, recognizing that it was sometimes wiser than his own.

Lincoln enhanced the ability of his audience to hear him by his practice of speaking slowly.

In Hudson, John Brown would assert his indictment of slavery to anybody who would listen. Jesse listened.

Sounds come/ to the ear,// transformed.

I spoke to ears that refused to hear.

What I have learned as a writer is that people love being asked about their stories.

Once a year, take her somewhere she's never been. Once a month, do something new that melts her in the sack. Once a week, stop everything and just listen to her. Once a day, catch her doing one thing you love. Once an hour, kiss her on the mouth. And every minute of every day, be grateful that you got her.

When God is leading us to challenge another, let not fear hold us back. Let us not argue or press our point. Let us just say what God has told us to and leave it there. It is God's work, not ours, to cause the other to see it. It takes time to be willing to bend the proud stiff-necked I. When

To hear is one thing, to know is another.

The Song of Mowgli—I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere Khan said he would kill—would kill! At the gates in the twilight he would kill Mowgli, the Frog!

Do you know what emperors do, Tilla?' That was easy. 'Send soldiers to steal the land and make us pay taxes.' 'They spend half their waking hours listening to people who want things. As, it seems, do gods. Maybe it wasn't as much of a transition as everyone thought.

It struck her how often men made conversation by telling you things they thought you ought to know. Which was sometimes useful, except they rarely stopped to find out how much you knew already and sometimes they expected you to listen with wonder to total nonsense.

Where do you think poems come from? Everything speaks, young schoolboy! But it is only poets and prophets, saints and philosophers who hef ze ears to hear." "They hear voices?" "Of course! Socrates! And Joan of Arc! Rilke, Milton, Blake . . . !

it took me a while to learn how to tune my ears so I could hear the Unmade things over all the noise that the Made things were making.

Listen! 'To Benny, who hears the cries of the world.' Isn't that beautiful? And it's so true, don't you think?

Here is an oral tradition, legends passed from mouth to mouth, a communal myth created invariably at the base of the mango tree in the evening's profound darkness, in which only the trembling voices of old men resound, because the women and children are silent, raptly listening. That is what the evening hour is so important: it is the time when the community contemplates what it is and whence it came.

Here is an oral tradition, legends passed from mouth to mouth, a communal myth created invariably at the base of the mango tree in the evening's profound darkness, in which only the trembling voices of old men resound, because the women and children are silent, raptly listening. That is why the evening hour is so important: it is the time when the community contemplates what it is and whence it came.

It is modest of the nightingale not to require anyone to listen to it; but it is also proud of the nightingale not to care whether any one listens to it or not.

He had thought that to pray was to talk; he learned that to pray is not only to keep silent, but to listen. And that is how it is: to pray is not to listen to oneself speak, but is to come to keep silent, and to continue keeping silent, to wait, until the person who prays hears God.

When a peculiar thinker, who just by his peculiarity is more tied up with the Eternal and less with time's moment, addresses his speech to men, he is rarely understood or listened to.

Mutismul cel mai sigur nu-i s? taci, ci s? vorbe?ti.

People who do not know how to remain silent, do not know how to talk.

He listened unhappily until at length the blind man asked the thin air a question: 'I hope, perhaps, you may also remember me? A little? On occasion?' Then came a silence; a dry laugh; the sound of a man sitting down, heavily, all of a sudden.