Quotes About Listening

Se non ci ascolteranno, dovremo aspettare ancora. Insegneremo i libri ai nostri figli, oralmente, e i figli a loro volta li passeranno ad altri. In questo modo molto sarà perduto, è chiaro. Ma non si può costringere la gente ad ascoltare: devono arrivarci da soli, quando è il momento, e allora domandarsi cosa è successo e perché il mondo è scoppiato sotto i loro piedi. Perché così non può durare.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time

No se puede obligar a la gente a que escuche. A su debido tiempo, deberá acudir, preguntándose qué ha ocurrido y por qué el mundo ha estallado bajo ellos

Neviens cilvÄ"ks otr? vairs neklaus?s, bet man vajag ar k?du parun?ties. Es nevaru run?t ar sien?m, jo t?s kliedz uz mani. Es nevaru run?t ar sievu, jo t? klaus?s vienÄ«gi sien?s. Es gribu, lai k?ds mani uz­klausÄ«tu. Un, ja es run?tu labi ilgi, varbÅ«t pateiktu kaut ko jÄ"dzÄ«gu. Un vÄ"l es gribu, lai jÅ«s man iem?c?t saprast to, ko es lasu.

Sólo quiero alguien que oiga lo que tengo que decir. Y quizás si hablo lo suficiente, diga algo con sentido.

So much depends, of course, on what the individual hears when he gives himself over to the electronic tides breaking on the shore of his Seashell.

Il bambino impara semplicemente parlando e ascoltando.

That, by the way, is a good Oriental idea: you don't teach until you are asked. You don't force your mission down people's throats.)

listened, I listened on the watch for the sentence, for the word, that would give me the clue to the faint uneasiness inspired by this narrative that seemed to shape itself without human lips in the heavy night-air of the river.

La noche, sin importar cuán muda sea, nunca es totalmente silenciosa a los oídos atentos

let the breath draw the mind down to its own level of subtlety. It is like listening to someone playing a flute as they walk off into the distance.

An interviewer once asked Mother Teresa what she says to God when she prays. "I don't say anything," she replied. "I just listen." Then the interviewer asked her what God says to her. "He doesn't say anything," said Mother Teresa. "He just listens. And if you don't understand that, I can't explain it to you.

An interviewer once asked Mother Teresa what she says to God when she prays. "I don't say anything," she replied. "I just listen." Then the interviewer asked her what God says to her. "He doesn't say anything," said Mother Teresa. "He just listens. And if you don't understand that, I can't explain it to you."1

Mindfulness in this aspect is the quality of bare attention, of noninterfering awareness, which we're familiar with from our enjoyment of music. When we're listening to the music, our minds are open and attentive, not attempting to control what comes next, not reflecting on the notes just past. There is a great power when we learn how to listen; it is this quality of receptivity that allows intuitive wisdom to arise. An

Hearing the Dharma and sharing it with others is the fifth skillful action. Words have power, and many people have become enlightened simply by attentive listening to the teachings. Listening itself is an art.

Generosity, morality, respect, service, listening to the Dharma, and meditation—these are actions for the good. Each one is a practice that can be cultivated and further refined, becoming the causes for our own happiness and the happiness of others.

You know, that's my trouble," he groaned. "I never listen to anybody. Somebody kept telling me to put my headlights on, but I just wouldn't listen.

She listens to him with great intensity because she is paying no attention to him at all.

If you try too hard to hear the telephone ring, you cannot.

Why do we have two ears and one mouth? In order to talk half as much as we listen.

In a way, we [poets] are listeners. I go to poetry because I don't have the words." —

It was all connected, this poetics of listening, word making, and dancing. There was power to transform, to lighten the heaviness of the burden of being human. That's how I came to understand the power of poetry and music. It was a tool, but more than a tool. Words and music evoked a state of mind that lifted us up when racial and historical despair threatened.

When I began to listen to poetry, it's when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to others. And I think, most importantly for all of us, then you begin to learn to listen to the soul, the soul of yourself in here, which is also the soul of everyone else. —Joy Harjo

Pass this love on, he'd say. It knows how to bend and will never break. It's the only thing with a give and take, The more it's used the more it makes. That love is the bridge that will cross the river home. He'd be standing in the dark with no one listening. How time blows steadily through the city, the trees. Sing to this earth, sing, he sang.