Quotes About Listening

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem.

I do remember,' explained Christopher Robin, 'only Pooh doesn't very well, so that's why he likes having it told to him again. Because then it's a real story and not just a remembering.

Max said little. His essential quality was always to say little, but by powerful empathy for writers and for books to draw out of them what they had it in them to say and to write.

Lots of people talk to animals...Not very many listen though...that's the problem.

It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.

For some time now Pooh had been saying "Yes" and "No" in turn, with his eyes shut, to all that Owl was saying, and having said, "Yes, yes," last time, he said "No, not at all," now, without really knowing what Owl was talking about.

Yes, it is, isn't it? " said Kanga, not waiting to hear what happened on Friday.

Je vais te parler" n'est pas une phrase facile à entendre. On parle, ou on ne parle pas, c'est comme ça. Si on pense à parler, si on avertit qu'on va parler, c'est qu'existe trop fort ce qu'on ne dira pas.

Most people use music as a couch; they want to be pillowed on it, relaxed and consoled for the stress of daily living. But serious music was never meant to be soporific.

Ah!" Callie said, seizing on this, "what we expect of him. Couldn't that be the problem right there? Have we tried to attune ourselves to his needs? Have we taken the trouble to understand where he's coming from?

If you don't share your stories with other people. do they even count? If you don't share your stories, do they even need an ending? I know, it's that stupid if a tree falls in the forest sort of question, but I mean it.

The less you talk, the more you're listened to.

When I am getting ready to reason with a man, I spend one-third of my time thinking about myself and what I am going to say and two-thirds about him and what he is going to say.

Do they listen?" He held up a finger. "Every year one does," he said, ginning, "But that one makes it worthwhile. Even Jesus only did twelve. I try to get one a year.

To be listened to is healing

All sons should write down every word of what their fathers have to say to them.

She listens. She knows he has heard her. Because, as was always his way, he expresses his love for her the only way he knows how: through his silence.

You can confide in quiet people. They make way for one's thoughts.

question," not push for the answer.

He alone amongst all the people she knows uses his two ears and one mouth in that exact proportion. She loves him in a way she

there was never anything healing one could say. One could only be. The best friends in such times were those who had no agenda other than to be present, to offer themselves

Listening is talking for him; there's an eloquence to this kind of attentiveness; it's rare, and yet he's generous with it. He alone amongst all the people she knows uses his two ears and one mouth in that exact proportion.

someone I could hold up to my ear and hear the ocean, something I could say my name into, and have it returned in the inky waves.

One question that I often get asked is how to overcome writer's block. And the funny thing is, I overcome it, by not overcoming it. I think it's okay to not write. I think it's okay not to talk, not to make, not to create, not to produce, produce, produce. How can we listen to the world if we are always talking to the world?