Quotes About Listening

No sé en qué consiste que soy naturalmente curioso; es un deseo de saberlo todo que nació conmigo, que siento bullir en todas mis venas, y que me obliga más de cuatro veces al día a meterme en rincones excusados por escuchar caprichos ajenos, que luego me proporcionan materia de diversión para aquellos ratos que paso en mi cuarto y a veces en mi cama sin dormir; en ellos recapacito lo que he oído, y río como un loco de los locos que he escuchado.

The story is told of Mother Theresa that when an interviewer asked her. What do you say when you pray? she answered, I listen. The reporters paused a moment, then asked, Then what does God say? and she replied, He listens. It is hard to imagine a more succinct way to get at the intimacy of contemplative prayer.

A good conversationalist directs attention, inspires, corrects, affirms, and empowers others. It is a demanding vocation that involves attentiveness, skilled listening, awareness of one's own interpretive frames, and a will to understand and discern what is true.

In reading a recent novel, I myself was convicted by a comment the mother makes to her adult daughter: 'My dear, you've missed so many opportunities to say nothing.' We do miss these opportunities, as well as opportunities to say less and say it more judiciously. And so we miss particular delights of finding words and speaking them into silences big enough to allow them to be heard.

If you intend to create something that people will observe and listen to, you've got to listen to them first.

Hobbs dominating the conversation with so long a catalogue of his woes that Jack fell behind to avoid having to listen.

She liked to hear people tell stories. The saddest ones were the best. She wondered if that meant anything at all.

I've probably been boring a lot of people for a long time. Strange to find comfort in the idea. There have always been things I felt I must tell them, even if no one listened or understood.

Mes nuolat atmetame liudijimus, i kuriuos reiktu isiklausyti. Tai yra mes esame taip isitikine savo nuomones teisumu, kas visi parodymai, kurie jos nepatvirtina, laikomi nepagristais. Sitaip niekada nepasieksime to, ka galima butu pavadinti tiesa.

It was probably best just to be quiet and wait until the conversation changed, as conversations will when no one is saying anything.

I think communication starts when words are not present at all. I think we put so much emphasis on language, actually silence is so much more important.

Don Corleone was too weak to speak much but he wished to listen and exercise veto powers.

Healing needs listening with the inner ear, stopping the incessant blather, listening.

We talked and talked and talked. Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears, at least in my experience. As we talked, lights flicked on inside my head; by the end of the night I was a planterium.

Night brings good counsel, my grandmother always told me.

Every day I need to hear that voice behind me saying: 'This is the way; walk in it' (Isa. 30:21)

Silence is the room we create for the searching of God, where we hear His voice and follow.

Simplicity is something more, something other than just doing without or doing it yourself. Its essence is neither forsaking nor striving. Its essence, rather, is listening: What has God put in your heart? Simplicity is, once having discerned that, being content with it. Simplifying it further: simplicity is being content with God.

And now if I don't know what someone is saying I ask them what they mean or I walk away.

Reading is a conversation. All books talk. But a good book listens as well

Lidi napÃ…â"¢íklad ?asto Ã…â"¢eknou "Bu? zticha," neÃ…â"¢eknou vám ale, jak dlouho máte být zticha.

La gente habla mucho sin utilizar ninguna palabra.

Anywhere - and, it follows, nowhere - can be a place. As long as we are there, to think and talk, to listen and respond. The world, once conscious of itself in the form of human making, is a vast concert hall. What sounds there is not the divine music of celestial spheres, as the ancient Greek mathematicians believed, but the sound of one human after another issuing the daily plea: to be heard, to be understood, to be accommodated.

It seems that intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.