Quotes About Listening

I've led a school whose faculty and students examine and discuss and debate every aspect of our law and legal system. And what I've learned most is that no one has a monopoly on truth or wisdom. I've learned that we make progress by listening to each other, across every apparent political or ideological divide.

perfectly happy momma goes out into the fields. she eavesdrops on herself, in case somewhere deep inside a melody rings out or a blackbird sings, but all that she hears, is only the cancer, which saws and eats away at her.

People talk too much anyway. A life of talking and you say probably three good things. Accidentally.

I guess I've spent my life listening to what wasn't being said.

How many perfect autumns did a person get? Why did I seem always to be in the wrong place, listening to the wrong music?

But you aren't really looking!" she exclaimed. "You are—" She flipped through her dictionary. "Wool, gathering!" "That's true," I said. "I am woolgathering." "You are thinking about your friend," she said. "That's why you don't want to listen to me." "But Rózsa. Don't you ever like to . . . to do woolgathering?" "No! I am not a dreamer.

How often people come to us, children to parents, wives to husbands, friends to friends, trying to unload their burdens, and as we sit there listening, our minds and hearts are thousands of miles away. If we were completely present to each other, we would rightfully expect miracles to happen. To be completely present to others is to help them experience the personal love of God.

At an emotional level, there is something 'deeper' about hearing than seeing; and something about hearing other people which fosters human relationships even more than seeing them.

But listening to or participating in music can restore a person to himself, as the epigraph to this chapter suggests. People need to recapture what has been excluded during working hours: their subjectivity.

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.

and thanked me for listening to his story. Now it's yours. It's out there. Do with it what you will. There it was. He wanted me to write it. I had no intention of doing so.

You listened so patiently. I suppose I want to know. What do you think? You did what anyone would have done, I said. It was the closest thing to a benediction I could offer. The fact that I didn't think it true, didn't make a difference.

When snow falls, nature listens.

There has always been a fuss. The difference is that now you and others are listening.

A story isn't a good one unless it has a good listener

Nunca soy más yo mismo que cuando guardo silencio y escucho, cuando dejo a un lado mi fatigosa identidad y mi propia memoria para concentrarme del todo en el acto de escuchar, de ser plenamente habitado por las experiencias y los recuerdos de otros.

Cuando tú y la verdad me hablan, no escucho a la verdad. Te escucho a tí.

A person who is consistently true to own nice word is often ignored or not heard by the people, but he is definitely listened & replied instantly by an invisible, ubiquitous God via some signal in the universe.

A person who listens often to the sermon,but does not display in sync attitudinal action towards others is truly a deaf or duffer and the one who as master delivers such oration to those stupid people is actually a self-seeker or swindler.

Dear, it's quite clear, that people listen only that what they want to hear and especially that which does not create fear of losing their personal interest in the talk, and the rest even if the best or told by any seer is most likely to fall into their deaf ear.

Everyone has a keyword that they employ it often in their language, so a person who could recognize it can easily unlock the people's mind to make own word not heard but listened to them.

Everything worth saying to everyone is often very scary; if it does not sound like that, then there is hardly anyone hearing it actually.

Fools hear to the outer noise, Wise listens to the inner voice.

Much more have been or is being said; and a very less or hardly anything being heard about the word that truly matters the most. And that's so weird about this materialistic world.