listening

Tira: Whatever you're thinkin' you're wrong. I only like him like a brother. You ain't got nothin' to worry about. . . . Say listen you. A better dame than you once called me a liar and they had to sew her up in twelve different places. You're lucky I'm a little more refined than I used to be. And if you was as much a lady as I am, you'd get out of here before I get real sore. Alicia: You haven't a streak of decency in you. Tira: I don't show my good points to strangers. I'll trouble you to scram.

About 95% of what's told you in confidence, you couldn't get anybody to listen to anyway.

You cannot truly listen to anyone and do anything else at the same time.

We never listen when we are eager to speak.

Opera once was an important social instrument - especially in Italy. With Rossini and Verdi, people were listening to opera together and having the same catharsis with the same story, the same moral dilemmas. They were holding hands in the darkness. That has gone. Now perhaps they are holding hands watching television.

You don't need any brains to listen to music.

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new questions, then it is time to die.

If we want to possess poise and to be capable of clear thinking, it is essential, first of all, to rise above the confusion of conflicting rumors and diverse opinions and listen to the eternal verities which God has given to men for their guidance and preservation.

Look, it cannot be seen -- it is beyond form. Listen, it cannot be heard -- it is beyond sound. Grasp, it cannot be held -- it is intangible. These three are indefinable; Therefore they are joined in one. From above it is not bright; From below it is not dark; An unbroken thread beyond description. It returns to nothingness. The form of the formless, The image of the imageless, It is called indefinable and beyond imagination. Stand before it and there is no beginning. Follow it and there is no end. Stay with the ancient Tao, Move with the present. Knowing the ancient beginning is the essence of Tao.

Chanting is no more holy than listening to the murmur of a stream, counting prayer beads no more sacred than simply breathing. . . . If you wish to attain oneness with the Tao, don't get caught up in spiritual superficialities.