Quotes About Listening

Hang it all, Haven, talk to a girlfriend if all you want is a pair of ears. Guys hate it when you give us a problem and then don't let us do something about it. It makes us feel bad. And then the only way to make ourselves feel better is to rip a phone book in two or blow something up. So let's get this straight — I'm not a good listener. I'm a guy." - Jack Travis

Eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves." "Yes," Pandora conceded, "but they hear fascinating things about other people.

Lucy waited patiently, knowing that he did want to talk, or he wouldn't have put on such a performance when he came in. Heath's door slamming was always an announcement that a conversation was in order.

You'd be surprised what people say across the manicure table.

You should have come to me first." "I didn't think you'd listen, or agree with what I had to say." "I'll always listen. I won't always agree.

I wish I could have heard more." "You should have used my drinking glass trick," Pandora said impatiently. "If I'd been there, I would be able to tell you every word that was said.

An old man who listens is better than a young woman who doesn't.

Sometimes our talent is plain old everyday people skills that have been lost in our fast-paced society—listening, compassion, a sense of humor, and a positive outlook.

The very place in scripture where we so often stop reading is precisely the place we need to deeply listen.

If you tell me you don't want to be with me. I will listen. I won't like it, but I'll listen. I need you to know that. But when you say you 'can't' be with me, like some obstacle out of your control is stopping you from seeing me, I'm not going to listen.

God wasn't giving me a megaphone. He was telling me to shut up. To be still and know.

it was futile to whisper because Yasha could hear a tick burp at fifty yards.

Sad thing when stories die for the lack of listenin' ears.

I need more pieces to the puzzle, but no one is going to hand them to me. I have to find them. Dig them from their hiding places, from the ground and the people. Listen, the road seems to admonish. Listen. I have stories. I close my eyes, and I hear voices. Thousands whispering all at once. I can't make out any single one, but I know they're here. What do they have to say?

Lot of stories. Sad thing when stories die for the lack of listenin' ears.

A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw, the less he spoke; The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why aren't we like that wise old bird?

feel that God was so very close, so very concerned with my particular life, so very ready to protect and to love. Always nearby. Always listening. Always leading. But

The music of old age is difficult to hear when it's playing for someone you love.

Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen carefully.

I am that last, that final thing, the body in a white sheet listening,

Where is his father? When will his mother be home? How is he going to explain the moon taken hostage, the sea risen to fill up all the mirrors? How is he going to explain the branches beginning to grow from his ribs and throat, the cries and trills starting in his own mouth? And now that ancient sorrow between his hips, his body's ripe listening; the planet knowing itself at last.

As in the case of all first dates, only 70% of their brains was talking, listening, and responding to what the other was saying. The other 30% was wondering..

the sacred principles of life have never been written down: they belong to the heartbeat, to the rhythm of the breath and the flow of blood. They are alive like the rain and the rivers, the waxing and waning of the moon. If we learn to listen we will discover that life, the Great Mother, is speaking to us, telling us what we need to know." —Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

He that uses his words loosely and unsteadily will either not be minded or not understood.