Quotes About Listening

In academics, it's getting your voice out that's important. It's getting somebody to listen to you. I had no problem with that. People were always curious about what I had to say.

I have no problem with people expressing their opinion as long as it is with respect.

listening to the distant and imagined echo of waves as they broke along the shore on a stormy night in Rodanthe.

La mayoría de la gente no sabe apreciar el silencio. Por eso siente la necesidad de hablar todo el rato.

There was something inside her that longed to be desired, to be cared for and protected, to be listened to and accepted without judgment. To be loved.

I am listening," he said. "I just hear the things you're not saying.

She sat down next to him, took one of his cigarettes, listened to his apologies. He was distraught, of course: he was just the kind of idiot who could only understand what things meant by doing them first.

Jen leggeva. Amava i libri... io, no: a me facevano paura. Mi facevan paura quando c'era lei, e me ne fanno di più adesso. Che cosa avevano dentro? Che cosa le hanno detto quando era infelice e ascoltava solo loro, e nessun altro - né le sue amiche né sua sorella, nessuno?

Den musik man redan har räcker inte en hel livstid, inte om man lyssnar på musik varje dag och så fort man kommer åt.

What often fails to be appreciated by everybody is just how significant an act of leadership it is, simply to give somebody your undivided attention for a while.

One of us had loved the other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of us listened and the other hadn't, and one of us held on to the ambition of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other, passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.

He wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard.

He wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard […]. How could he have forgotten what he had always known: there is no match for the silence of God.

And yet, because people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn't go around with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they had understood correctly.

I think you always write what you love. Whether it's your grandmother or gourmet cooking or mountains and rivers. Sunsets kissing the tallest building or chipmunks scattering off to bed. I like the quiet. And I like the sound of the quiet. I'm a mountain girl. I listen and make lists of what I hear.

An inexpensive instrument, not bigger than a watch, will enable its bearer to hear anywhere, on sea or land, music or song, the speech of a political leader, the address of an eminent man of science, or the sermon of an eloquent clergyman, delivered in some other place, however distant.

God replies every time we question him, but our flesh is bemired and almost deaf: we do not hear.

Good Lord, just think what poor old God must go through also," he said with a laugh. "He certainly got himself in hot water when he created the world. The fish screams, Don't blind me, Lord; don't let me enter the nets! The fisherman screams, Blind the fish, Lord; make him enter the nets! Which one is God supposed to listen to? Sometimes he listens to the fish, sometimes to the fisherman—and that's the way the world goes round!

How can you talk if you haven't got a brain? I don't know, but some people without brains do an awful lot of talking.

Is staying quiet an interrogation technique? It can be. It can be also called listening.

Where he listened some more until I'd pretty well run it down. Then he walked me back and—" "You invite him back in and have sex," Emma prompted. "Get your own sexy breakfast story. I felt mildly embarrassed, and really grateful, so I give him a little peck. A 'thanks, pal' kind of peck. The next thing I know I'm in the middle of a brain-frying, blood-pumping, jungle-drum-beating kiss.

takes two to speak the truth— one to speak, and another to hear. —Henry David Thoreau

When a woman brings something up, then doesn't have much to say about it, she's got a lot to say about it.

The words weren't so important, Aidan thought. It was just so soothing to listen to her.