Quotes About Listening

You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind...

There is no theory. You merely have to listen. Pleasure is the law.

When people ask me something, I now rarely answer directly.

But this book is not about companies with such weaknesses: It is about well-managed companies that have their competitive antennae up, listen astutely to their customers, invest aggressively in new technologies, and yet still lose market dominance.

Well-managed companies are excellent at developing the sustaining technologies that improve the performance of their products in the ways that matter to their customers. This is because their management practices are biased toward: Listening to customers Investing aggressively in technologies that give those customers what they say they want Seeking higher margins Targeting larger markets rather than smaller ones

The walls cried out to him. And voices cried out as well from the shadow of the past. He stood and listened to them, and now a strange thing struck him. The voices were there, but he did not hear the words.

But when a tree speaks to one, what is one to do? On

we have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.If we are not reborn if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm o childhood it makes no sense to go on living.

Saturdays in Sag Harbor, I liked to lie in bed listening to the weekend rev itself up.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

We seldom know what we're hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear it as we will never hear it again. We return to the moment to experience it, I suppose, but we can never really find it, only its memory, the faintest imprint of what really was, what it meant.

It will not be over until we talk

We seldom know what we're hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear as we will never hear it again. We return to the moment to experience it, I suppose, but we can never really find it, only its memory, the faintest imprint of what it really was, what it meant.

you soon find out how loud the silence really is. everything unsaid leads eventually to what is said.

Truth: When criticized you go berserk, but in your defense remember that it is those who calmly listen who never change.

Listening to these people is like listening to trees—sooner or later the tree is sliced open and the watermarks reveal their age.

While Bitty's tone was pleasantly concerned, it held that unmistakable Southern belle cattiness that wouldn't escape the attention of anyone familiar with polite social warfare. Three women within hearing stepped back a pace, but made no pretense that they weren't listening to every word. After all, this is the kind of show that makes the tiresome rules of etiquette bearable.

Among the tortures and devestations of life is this then - our friends are not able to finish their stories.

Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their stories.

University lectures are an obsolete practice inherited from the Middle Ages when books were scarce. Students should read, not listen. To swallow instruction from a lectern is like sipping through a straw. Lectures pander to the vanity of the lecturer and stimulate conflict between academics.

Es esta una de las torturas y desgracias de la vida: cuando son incapaces nuestros amigos de terminar sus cuentos.

Each of the ladies, being after the fashion of their sex, highly trained in promoting men's talk without listening to it, could think—about the education of children, about the use of fog sirens in an opera—without betraying herself. Only it struck Helen that Rachel was perhaps too still for a hostess, and that she might have done something with her hands.

she] might have been a shell, and his words water rubbing against her ears, as water rubs a shell on the edge of a rock.