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I wasn't allowed to grow as an artist. My albums were nicer to look at than to listen to. ↗


— Nancy Sinatra


#allowed #artist #grow #i #listen

Golf is about knowledge, and studying another player - more than listening to a teacher - is the best way to get it. ↗


— Vijay Singh


#another #best #best way #get #golf

Dear cat, your ears are flipped inside out, so I know you’re not listening to a word I’m not saying.
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— Jarod Kintz


#cats #communication #ears #listen #listening

I have no auditory depth perception. She said, “I love you,” and I couldn’t even tell if she was 300 miles away, or 6 feet below my feet and 300 years away.
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— Jarod Kintz


#auditory #cemetery #death #depth-perception #grave

Each of us has been designed for one of two immortal functions, as either a storyteller or as a cross-legged listener to tales of wonder, love, and daring. When we cease to tell or listen, then we no longer exist as a people. ↗


— Bryce Courtenay


#listening #storytelling #design

هل نستطيع ، نحن الذين غير جديرين بالكلمة، أن نكون جديرين بالاستماع فقط! كلّ قول هو أمر ضروري و الاستماع أيضاً. لكني أرى الأختام على الأذنين، على القلوب، على الأفواه، أرى الأختام. الرعب . ↗


— Atiq Rahimi


#fear #heart #listening #mouth #word

I make money using my brains and lose money listening to my heart. But in the long run my books balance pretty well. ↗


— Kate Seredy


#books #brains #heart #i #listening

If there were a master of stupidity in this world, I would really love to listen to his success story. ↗


— Toba Beta


#life #listen #love #master #story

The Listeners by Walter De La Mare 'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor: And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head And he smote upon the door again a second time; 'Is there anybody there?' he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head:- 'Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,' he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone. The Listeners by Walter De La Mare ↗


— Walter de La Mare


#men

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony. ↗


— Gustave Flaubert


#harmony #language #listening #nature #waves






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