Quotes About Listening

He listened like a cactus drinks the rain.

the stories poured from him, and Lazlo listened. He listened the way a cactus drinks rain. In

He listened the way a cactus drinks rain—every word a precious drop in a world frugal with wonder.

He couldn't remember the other monks' names, or even the prayers that had been his vocation for decades, but the stories poured from him, and Lazlo listened. He listened the way a cactus drinks rain

Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon him. But he brings his music, to which, who listens, had need bring docile thoughts and purged ears.

Haven't we all, as time continues, found that we must be kind to ourselves and listen to our thoughts, because fewer and fewer of those remain who know what is most real to us?

So you're not going to speak tonight," Tessa said. "At all." "Not unless you instruct me to," said Will. "This evening sounds as if it might be better than I thought.

The next thing I knew I was listening to five people shouting. What was that all about, anyway?

Because women never say what they think.

Can I ask something?" Hunter's mouth lifted at one corner. "If I say no, you will be silent?" "Are you saying I talk too much?

Millie: Maggie's funny Maggie: I am that. I am that. And nobody knows better than meself how funny. When the good Lord thought me up He said, "I'll make her nothin' to look at but she'll be good to listen to." Come away with you now an' listen some more.

from the youth of today. She was beyond them. Her heritage, whatever it was, had forced her into adulthood. 'Nancy's a long time with that tea. You haven't been listening to what I've been saying.' 'Oh yes, I have, dear. Oh yes. I always listen to what . . . you . .

I had said that to him dozens of times over the . . . ' 'Yes, we have heard you make that statement already. Now will you

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

Listen earnestly to anything your children want to tell you, no matter what. If you don't listen eagerly to the little stuff when they are little, they won't tell you the big stuff when they are big, because to them all of it has always been big stuff.

I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words

But you have to let people go through whatever it is they have to go through. Just be there for your friends. That's all we can really do for each other sometimes.

I sat there and listened to every word, but it didn't really add up to something coherent to me. Maybe my brain was too busy, or maybe you have to know the legal system, or both.

If you listen to people, they'll tell you a lot, even when they don't mean to.

They can't just be in that moment of grief with you. They can't just say, 'Yeah, this is some pretty awful stuff.' They have to try to fix it. They have to solve it for you in a couple of sentences, which is ridiculous, because it never solves anything.

Unlike Ed, she listened. But then she forgot.

I either don't talk enough or I talk too much. There must be a right amount to talk. But I can never seem to find it." Another

knew I was being too talky. I could hear it. I felt around for the off switch but never found it. Not that I think he cared. I was being too talky for me.

He listened to the occasional creak of Flora's squeaky board, and noticed it sounded lonely. Or maybe that was just him.