#listen

The trouble is, when you gift a girl with flowers your choice can be construed so many different ways. A man might give you a rose because he feels you are beautiful, or because he fancies their shade or shape or softness similar to your lips. Roses are expensive, and perhaps he wishes to show through a valuable gift that you are valuable to him. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#interpretation #significance #the-ear-of-the-listener #beauty

فكر في الإنصات للآخرين باعتباره وسيلة لجمع المعلومات ، وربما تلتقط أشياء مثيرة لاهتمام : قصصًا ، أو حكايات ، أو أفكارًا ↗

— Lani Arredondo

#stories #business

Don't assume, because you are intelligent, able, and well-motivated, that you are open to communication, that you know how to listen. ↗

— Robert K. Greenleaf

#intentions #listening #skill #communication

Dreams, my mother always told me, represend part of our unconsciousness--the place where we store the true parts of our soul, away from the rest of the world." From Breena quoting her mother in Bitter Frost ↗

— Kailin Gow

#hiding-our-inner-desires #listening-to-inner-self #dreams

Vandals listen only when others are stronger. If vandals are equal or stronger Their word is the last word. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #listening #literature #literature-quotes #others

This process of assimilation, which takes place in depth, requires a state of relaxation that is becoming rarer and rarer. If sleep is the apogee of physical relaxation, boredom is the apogee of mental relaxation. Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away. His nesting places - the activities that are intimately associated with boredom - are already extinct in the cities and are declining in the country as well. With this the gift for listening is lost and the community of listeners disappears. For storytelling is always the art of repeated stories, and this art is lost when the stories are no longer retained. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#listening #relaxation #storytelling #art

I love people who play guitars on roofs!" said Rose, hopping along the pavement in one of her sudden happy moods. "Don't you?" "Never knew anyone else who did it!" "Don't you like Tom?" "Of course I do. But I don't know about all the other guitar-on-roof players! They might be really awful people, with just that one good thing about them. Playing guitars on roofs... or bagpipes... Or drums... Sarah would like that, and Saffy could have the bagpipes! Caddy could have a harp.... What about Mum?" "One of those gourds filled with beans!" said Rose at once. "And Daddy could have a grand piano. On a flat roof. With a balcony and pink flowers in pots around the edge! And I'll have a very loud trumpet! What about you?" "I'll just listen," said Indigo. ↗

— Hilary McKay

#family #listening #music #family

We teach what we need to learn. And we teach it until we get it. ↗

— Irene Tomkinson

#learning #listening #maturity #teaching #family

Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#friendship #gentle #listening #reaching-out #sheltered

To attempt to describe how music pervades and flavors a life feels a little like an invasion of privacy, even if the privacy is my own. Listening to music,...is finally the most inward of acts--so inward that even language, even the language of thought, can come to seem intrusive...After all these procedures the unbreachable mysteriousness of music remains intact. The book can never be more than an interruption. Afterward, the listening begins again, to generate, in turn, other and completely different books. ↗

— Geoffrey O'Brien

#listening #music #philosophy #imagination