Quotes About Listening

Listening and questioning are the basis for positive classroom interactions that can in turn shape meaningful collaboration, which can then build a culture of thinking. At the heart of these two practices lies a respect for and interest in students' thinking.

Your silence creates a vacuum for others to fill The key is to stay present and keep listening. The silence of holding steady is different from the silence of holding back.

The activity of interpreting might be understood as listening for the 'song beneath the words.

Remember what we learned earlier in this book: effective prayer occurs when you talk to God and listen to what God is saying to you. The main thing in your life is that you meet with God the first thing every day. When you pray, it demonstrates that you depend on God in your life. When you do not pray, it demonstrates that you are depending upon yourself. God wants to use prayer to influence your life.

we often make the mistake of believing that if a boy doesn't come to us with problems, then he doesn't have them.

Both parents turned toward their son and waited. The boy said nothing. "You see?" said his father, and went on to elaborate the image; the boy had closeted himself, and the father wanted more of something—more information, more contact.

What freedom! Unencumbered by the obstacles that the calculating self tackles daily, the central self can listen in innocence for who we are, listen for the whole of it, inquire into what is here. The

Everything ceased. She listened hard. Nothing, nothing, nothing. But she could feel the calm breathing of the night. She put on her mother's mitts, took the ax, stepped out the door. Outside, there was resounding silence. The black sky was a poem beyond meaning.

Millie was talking about the classes she would take next semester. Patrice was listening to the titles of the classes. "What do I have to do to become a lawyer?" asked Patrice. Millie told her.

Patrice leaned to one side and put her ear to the trunk of a birch tree. She could hear the humming rush of the tree drinking from the earth. She closed her eyes, went through the bark like water, and was sucked up off the bud tips into a cloud.

Why were they talking all at once? Omakayas wondered. Nokomis thought for a while. I think they talk to each other all the time, she said, but our minds are not always peaceful enough to hear them.

though down here the air was warm but not blistering. If not for the mosquitoes that got in an ear or went up his nose and occasionally bit through the repellent, he would have been comfortable. The chatter of birds, the light hum of insects. He lay there listening to his stomach complain, waiting for something to happen. Toward late afternoon

Sternly, he nodded up and down when he listened instead of tipping his head to the side. Between these two, where was the real self? It came to her that both Sister Cecilia and then Agnes were as heavily manufactured of gesture and pose as was Father Damien. And within this, what sifting of identity was she? What mote? What nothing?

I believe Eddy's book serves as therapy. Like this book, or notebook, like yours.....Eddy talks, but Eddy also listens.

The sobs were wrecking her, tossing her like a storm. They built up and died down and built up again. Her father sat listening to the waves, almost reverent, his head bowed as though he were attentive to a sermon

At first she didn't listen to it and then she heard what she was feeling. She said it several times to hear it better.

If you want to understand your parents more, get them to talk about their own childhood; and if you listen with compassion, you will learn where their fears and rigid patterns come from. Those people who "did all that stuff to you" were just as frightened and scared as you are.

That was really it, her message as a nun and a child of God: listen deeply to your heart. That was how and where God communicated with people. Not so much in burning bushes or on mountaintops, in blue grottos or apparitions of the Virgin Mary, but more often in the depths of their own hearts.

Just like the splashing waves, the whispering sand, the crying gulls. Everything in nature meant something, alive with private poetry for any person willing to listen.

Dalle vette nuvolose delle sue astrazioni il signor Anselmo lasciava spesso precipitar così, come valanghe, i suoi pensieri. La ragione, il nesso, l'opportunità di essi rimanevano lassù, tra le nuvole, dimodochè difficilmente a chi lo ascoltava riusciva di capirci qualche cosa.

But the earth and its beings are extravagantly wild, full of unexpected wonders. It is time to turn from our textbooks and listen to the birds themselves.

Shh," she said sternly, as if Luc had been the one who'd just let out the caterwaul.

I must exchange whispers with God before shouts with the world.

The one who obeys God's instruction for today will develop a keen awareness of His direction for tomorrow.