Don’t worry God is never blind to your tears, never deaf to your prayers, and never silent to your pains. He sees, He hears and He will deliver.

Pay more attention to what you are telling yourself and not to what your critics are saying. Keep your head up!

Easy, now, and listen to me. It hurts, yes. Seems like more than you can take, but it isn’t. You think you’re going to die,

Sophie listened and felt sad. Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.

I won’t let them ostracize me anymore, you hear?

Listen, Shigure, I believe I know how you feel about her. I realize you that probably hate me, but –.

Listen to me now! When you get here, I will pull out all your clothes and touch everywhere.

I just want to lay on your chest and listen to your heart beat.

Starting over can be the scariest thing in the entire world, whether it’s leaving a lover, a school, a team, a friend or anything else that feels like a core part of our identity but when your gut is telling you that something here isn’t right or feels unsafe, I really want you to listen and trust in that voice.

Gina: Marcus! Did you hear me just now?
Marcus Copeland: Mm-hmm.
Gina: Tell me what I said.
Marcus Copeland: I heard everything. You was communicating.
Gina: Marcus, don’t play with me right now. I am not in the mood. I cannot believe you came home late and then you start… Marcus! You are falling asleep again. I am talking to you.
Marcus Copeland: I wasn’t asleep, baby, I was closing my eyes and visualing your words.
Gina: Oh, really? Visualizing? Well, why don’t you pant me a picture of what I just said?
Marcus Copeland: Hold on.
Gina: Mm-mm. You know why? Because you are falling asleep again. Marcus! Marcus!

I said nothing — I hadn’t known Marya, and anyway, “listening quietly” was my general social strategy.Miles “Pudge

Listen, is it true that Celine and Hemingway died on the same day?

This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.

I was just such an erratic, wild personality….When you finally find someone to listen to you after years of not being taken seriously, you hold that sh*t to your heart.

Isn’t it amazing that the God who is in total control of this universe will take time out of His day to hear us pray to Him?

I wonder why I can hear the voices within people’s hearts, both family members and strangers. I wonder why I can convey my thoughts without realizing it. Nobody knows, not even me. I was born with abilities. Strange abilities…but even so, my family…they are so kind. Their words are so nice. I don’t want to cause them problems because of my powers. That’s why I do everything I can not to reveal them to other people.

I don’t just listen to rap.

God has a purpose and plan for your life and nothing can stand in the way of it – except you. Are you ready to listen? It’s time to stand up and be bold for Jesus.

It is as though he listened and such listening as his enfolds us in silence in which at last we begin to hear what we

God has a plan for you, you are here in this world because God has a plan for you. And the problem is that people start listening to other people and they forget to listen to their heart and to see what is the plan that God has for you.

If my mama said not to do something, I didn’t do it.

I don’t really listen to rap; I just like to rap.

I’ve had mixtapes that have been better than albums I’ve heard from other artists. I take my time; I put my heart into it.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I’ve been smart longer.

The hardest part about pranking, Alaska told me once, is not being able to confess. But I could confess on her behalf now. And as I slowly made my way out of the gym, I told anyone who would listen, “No. It wasn’t us. It was Alaska.”

I’m sure some of you do not like lecture classes, but as you have probably noted, I’m not as young as I used to be. I would love to spend my remaining breath chatting with you about the finer points of Islamic history, but our time together is short. I must talk, and you must listen, for we are engaged here in the most important pursuit in history: the search for meaning. What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person? How did we come to be, and what will become of us when we are no longer? In short: What are the rules of this game, and how might we best play it?

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box.

Deputy Mitch: Why don’t you let the state police handle this?
Teasle: Look! Look at him. Look at him! That’s Art Galt, boy. He and I were friends when your mama was still wiping your nose! Now he’s dead. He’s dead because of that psycho out there. Now you listen, boy, and you listen to me good. I’m gonna get that son of a bitch and I’m gonna pin that Congressional Medal of Honor to his liver. And I’m gonna do it with you or without you.

You’re no saint. You got a free cab, you got a free room, and someone who’ll listen to your boring stories. I mean, didn’t you notice on the plane when you started talking, eventually I started reading the vomit bag? Didn’t that give you some sort of clue, like, hey, maybe this guy’s not enjoying it? You know, everything is not an anecdote. You have to discriminate. You choose things that are funny or mildly amusing or interesting. You’re a miracle! Your stories have none of that. They’re not even amusing *accidentally*! “Honey, I’d like you to meet Del Griffith, he’s got some amusing anecodotes for you. Oh, and here’s a gun so you can blow your brains out. You’ll thank me for it.” I could tolerate any insurance seminar. For days, I could sit there and listen to them go on and on with a big smile on my face. They’d say, “How can you stand it?” I’d say, “‘Cause I’ve been with Del Griffith. I can take anything.” You know what they’d say? They’d say, “I know what you mean. The shower curtain ring guy. Whoa.” It’s like going on a date with a Chatty Cathy doll. I expect you have a little string on your chest, you know, that I pull out and have to snap back. Except I wouldn’t pull it out and snap it back, you would. Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! And by the way, you know, when you’re telling these little stories? Here’s a good idea: have a point. It makes it so much more interesting for the listener!

The most interesting thing was the talk from the customers. Nobody can buy a hat without gossiping. Sophie sat in her alcove and stitched and heard […] that Wizard Howl’s castle had moved round to the cliffs again, really that man, whisper, whisper, whisper… The voices always dropped low when they talked of Wizard Howl, […] Then there would be a fleeting, fearful whisper about the Witch of the Waste. Sophie began to feel that Wizard Howl and the Witch of the Waste should get together.

Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol.
“No, no!” she said. “Howl has been very kind to me.” And this was true, Sophie realized. Howl showed his kindness rather strangely, but, considering all Sophie did to annoy him, he had been very good to her indeed.

“Do listen. He’s not wicked at all!” There was a bit of a fizz from the grate at this, where Calcifer was watching with some interest. “He isn’t!” Sophie said, to Calcifer as much as to Fanny..

It’s hard to find a person to talk to, someone who will always just listen without judging you, someone who will just take you as you are.

If I told you to mind your own business, I hope you will follow through with my request too.

Listen here, you beautiful b*ch. I’m about to f**k you up with some truth.