Quotes About Listening

Sebastien lay with closed eyes and listened to the silent, cool pressure of the couch, more an absence than a presence. It was as if a ghost lay down beside him. He knew without looking that David would be leaned on one elbow, studying Sebastien over the narrow bridge of his nose.

I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.

How had I come to be herelike them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn't?

But there's no end to what's been said, and I'll be a party to nothing. I was born with my mouth shut:those with their mouths open do nothing but start trouble and catch flies.

That was of no consequence now, but you don't easily forget the people you grew up with, and she made a point of listening carefully to him

Move thy tongue, For silence is a sign of discontent.

As Tristan left the darkroom he heard Lacey's soap opera voice. "And so our two heroes part," she said, "blinded by love, neither of them listening to the wise and beautiful Lacey"—she hummed a little—"who, by the way, is getting a broken heart of her own. But who cares about Lacey?" she asked sadly. "Who cares about Lacey?

I'll not listen to reason…. Reason always means what someone else has got to say.

You guys writing on Bosnia don't hear our questions, because you don't speak our language.

I have good idea, for if you meet some person from different religion and he want to make argument about God. My idea is, you listen to everything this man say about God. Never argue about God with him. Best thing to say is, 'I agree with you.' Then you go home, pray what you want. This is my idea for people to have peace about religion.

Are you quite sure that you want to hear it?" he asked. "Sometimes, Maria, a story that one hears starts one off doing things that one would not have had to do if one had not heard it.

Very well then' said the doctor, and he leaned back in his chair, stuck his feet on the fender, and opened to Zachary, as to so many before him in this room, the comforting depth of his comprehending silence.

It was a big deal when a new record came out; you'd buy it then find one of your mates who had a stereo and everyone would come over to listen to it together for the first time.

Yes,' he says. 'It's great. Very… quiet.' This makes her laugh. 'What about your job?' 'I need to make some new contacts up here, but yes –that's looking good.' 'What is it you do again?' There is a pause while he waits to turn into the car park and she thinks maybe he wasn't listening, but then he says, 'It's like a therapy business. Setting up franchises, that kind of thing. Facilitation.

There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.

Don't persuade, defend or interrupt. Be curious, be conversational, be real. And listen.

That is what happens when you put your soul in charge of your life. You dare to claim the sky. That sky is different for everyone. For one person, maybe the sky is having a baby, being a parent, growing a family. But for another it's never having kids; it's traveling the globe; it's saving the world... You know your sky. And if you don't, it's because you haven't listened closely enough.

Only people who claim their own voice can hear the true song of another.

From bars and bleachers to media panels and the halls of government, it's men who do more of the talking. This has been going on for a long, long time—women being accused of talking too much, even as men often dominate conversations, interrupt, mansplain, and do more of the sum total of all human talking.

The Flying squirrel flies, and the Irksome squirrel irks. The Spinning squirrel spins and the Smirking squirrel smirks. The Crapulous craps and the Lurking lurks; But when the Talking squirrel talks, none but a Listening Human works.

He forced his mind clear of other thoughts and waited. Stillness, he had learned, did not come naturally. He practiced it. Sometimes, as he waited, he heard the Lord's voice coursing through his spirit almost audibly. Other times he heard nothing, but he felt filled up and satisfied and understood.

People say a lot of things in anger," she said. "It is our choice whether or not to listen.

I want to talk WITH someone, not be talked at BY someone.

Well as much as I'm sure the people next door who are pretending they aren't looking at me would like to hear what I have to say, I'd rather say it to just you.