#hearing

The art of conversation is the art of hearing as well as of being heard. ↗

— William Hazlitt

#conversation #hearing #listening #respect #art

What is important is not what you hear said, it's what you observe. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#observation #reality #truth #music

Playing with Kip I definitely learned a lot playing with these incredible guys and hearing them. ↗

— Arto Lindsay

#guys #hearing #i #incredible #learned

Hearing the blues changed my life. ↗

— Van Morrison

#changed #hearing #life #my life

I just wanna give a big shout out to all the fans out there who have followed my work up until now. You guys are amazing!! Hearing from fans is the best feeling in the world. ↗

— Lindsey Shaw

#best #big #fans #feeling #followed

If you look hard and long, you can find us. If you listen hard and long, you can hear any of us, call any of us that you wish. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#call #calling #communication #daine #hearing

I had a difficult time hearing my own inner voice about what I wanted to be in this life, because there were all these perfect examples of what a man actually does. The notion is that he goes to college, gets married and provides. That's what a man does. ↗

— Kevin Costner

#actually #because #college #difficult #difficult time

I had my hearing aid fixed today so that I could properly hear you. I can't see as well. I now have - this has stopped me from smoking - a pacemaker, have for about the last 15 years. No, I don't like getting old. ↗

— Mike Wallace

#aid #could #fixed #getting #getting old

All alone in a committee room of the Senate Office Building in Washington, I was reading the dry typewritten pages in an unpublished report of an almost forgotten congressional committee hearing. ↗

— Robert Welch

#alone #building #committee #congressional #dry

Hurling the box released some of his anger. It felt good so he swept his arm across the top of his dresser, knocking his pitiful possessions onto the floor, the ridiculous little carved animals, pathetic toiletries and useless old catalog he could never afford to order from. These paltry items were the sum of his entire dismal life. He kicked the frame of his bed, hurting his foot and knocking the light cot away from the wall. Heedless of Rasmussen hearing the noise, he cried out his rage and frustration, tore the covers off the bed, picked up the pillow and punched it. He hurled it across the room. Dragging the thin mattress from the metal mesh of the cot, he tossed it on the floor and looked around, but there was nothing else to tear apart since he owned so little. Laughing at the irony, he sank onto the mattress on the floor, his legs drawn to his chest, forehead bowed to his knees, and his hands cradling the back of his neck. Caught between harsh laughter and sobs, he breathed in hitching bursts. He had no future, definitely no girl, and soon, no home. What the hell was he going to do? ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #jim #anger