They say you fear what you don't understand. Maybe that's why every time I'm in South Florida, and I hear someone talking in Spanish, I always shit my pants.
It is not God who is too busy to hear us, it is we who are too busy to hear God.
They don't directly listen to you. They just hear things within their minds that triggered by your words.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
Confidence is seen, not heard.
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures.
If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.
This is life, we look but we don't see, and we hear but we don't learn.
He doesn't hear but sees the Voice.