Quotes About Listening

Ephrem the Syrian says, 'Good speech is silver, but silence is pure gold.' "—Way of a Pilgrim

The art of listening comes from a quiet mind and an open heart.

The quieter you become the more you can hear.

Maharajji invited a famous pundit to come to Kainchi and recite the Shrimad Bhagavatam. This man was used to reciting before large and very receptive crowds, and he complained to Maharajji that on this occasion he had to recite to only a few illiterate villagers. Maharajji gently rebuked him and said, "Don't worry. Hanumanji is listening.

Instead of always preoccupying ourselves with trying to get what we think we want or need, we'll start to quiet, we'll start to listen. We'll wait for that inner prompting. We'll try to hear, rather than decide, what it is we should do next.

Whatever worldview we espouse, dialogue and debate should take place with civility and courteous listening. But our times make that ideal so elusive. Holding a supposedly noble belief and reducing it to ignoble means of propagation makes the one who holds that belief suspect.

they have ears, but cannot hear

if you are reading this and you really believe that you're perfect, there's only one solution to that predicament: you need to get married. If you are married, then you need to start listening!

Oh God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you to know with which ear you'll listen.

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense.

We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear you'll listen.

And he listened to me. That was the thing he did, as if he was trying to fill himself up with all the sound he could hear. He listened to the wind and the falling ocean and my voice, always with rapt attention, a concentration that almost excluded physical bodies themselves and kept only the sounds.

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls, because they are screaming at me. I can't talk to my wife, because she listens to the walls.

You laugh when I haven't been funny and you answer right off. You never stop to think what I've asked you.

Cerrando los ojos, volviendo la cabeza, escuchando. Oh que viento solitario. México es un país raro. Todo selvas y desiertos y extensiones solitarias y aquí y allí un pueblo pequeño como éste, con unaa pocas luces encendidas que puedes apagar con un castañeo de los dedos.

Old men only lie in wait for people to ask them to talk. Then they rattle on like a rusty elevator wheezing up a shaft.

Colonel Freeleigh? said Douglas softly. There was something in his silence that made them all shut up their mouths. They approached, almost on tiptoe. Douglas, bent down, disengaged the phone from the old man's now quite cold fingers. Douglas lifted the receiver to his own ear, listened. Above the static he heard a strange, a far, a final sound. Two thousand miles away, the closing of a window.

Mireasma fanului uscat si curgerea domoala a apei trezira in el dorinta de a se culca intr-o claie de fan proaspat, intr-un sopron singuratic, departe de autostrazile zgomotoase, in spatele vreunei ferme linistite, sub vreo moara veche de vant, care sa vuiasca lin, cu vuietul anilor ce trec. Ar sta treaz toata noaptea in sopronul acela, ascultand zvoana departata a jivinelor, ganganiilor si copacilor, freamatul si forfota lor marunta.

And he listened to me. That was the thing he did, as if he was trying to fill himself up with all the sound he could hear.

Você ri quando não digo nada de engraçado e responde na mesma hora. Nunca para para pensar no que eu digo.

Ah, Tanr?m, çoÄŸunluÄŸun o korkunç tiranl???. Hepimizin çalacak kendi arp? var. Ve hangi kula??nla dinleyeceÄŸini bilmek ÅŸimdi sana kalm??.

I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls.

Te naerate, kuigi ma pole öelnud midagi naljakat, ja te vastate liiga ruttu. Te ei võta kunagi vaevaks mõelda selle üle, mida ma teie käest küsin.»