Quotes About Listening

He varied his theme, embellished it with vocalizations , fell in love with his voice, became this distraught, intoxicated and panting singer, whom one listens to with the unbearable desire to see him sing.-Colette, Les Vrilles de la Vigne

It is wise to listen, not to me but to the Word, and to confess that all things are one.

Not comprehending, they hear like the deaf. The saying is their witness: absent while present.

When I finish an album and I find myself listening to it in the car, because it makes me feel a certain way, that's the time to try to let other people know about it.

No one ever listened themselves out of a job.

I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

The hearer must be of one mind with the speaker, my son, and of one spirit as well; he must have hearing quicker than the speech of the speaker.

Silence between 2 is always shared. But 1 of the 2 owns it and shares it with the other.

Silence is also a form of speaking.

The field has eyes, the wood has ears. I want to see, to be silent and listen

The king believes that even if he were not king, he would still be a great man. This is because God likes him. He needs to be liked and he needs to be right. But above all he needs to be listened to, with very close attention. Never enter a contest of wills with the king. Do not flatter him. Instead, give him something he can take credit for. Ask him questions to which you know the answers. Do not ask him the other sort of question.

There is a time to be silent. There is a time to talk for your life.

He would like her to shorten her account, but he understands her need to tell it over, moment by moment, to say it out loud. It is like a package of words she is making, to hand to him: this is yours now.

We cannot live in a world interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a hope. Part of the terror is to take back our listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

Sed et anima hominis symphoniam in se habet et symphonizans est, unde etiam multotiens plantus educit, cum symphoniam audit, quoniam de patria in exilium se missam meminit.

That night I did not sleep at all. Once inside the tent, I began giving a report of my reconnaissance and military activity during thirty years on Lubang—a detailed field report. Occasionally Major Taniguchi put in a word or two, but for the most part he listened attentively, nodding now and then in agreement or sympathy.

My silence made her say things she didn't need to say..

One fine morning, I awoke to discover that, during the night, I had learned to understand the language of birds. I have listened to them ever since. They say: 'Look at me!' or: 'Get out of here!' or: 'Let's fuck!' or: 'Help!' or: 'Hurrah!' or: 'I found a worm!' and that's all they say. And that, when you boil it down, is about all we say. (Which of those things am I saying now?)

The one trying to have the last word is rarely walking in the Word.

She waited. Sometimes silence kept people talking. Sometimes if they talked enough, they wouldn't notice when you didn't.

You whom I could not save Listen to me." —CZESLAW MILOSZ, "Dedication

I climb into a cradle of branches and wait, petals falling around me with the sway of tree limbs. I lean my cheek against the rough bark, listening to the susurration of leaves.

Where the rivers meet you tell me of your black dreams. Your memories make me uneasy. But I listen because I know my listening, like all other listening allows you to heal.