"Talking is like playing the harp; there is as much in laying the hands on the strings to stop their vibrations as in twanging them to bring out their music."--Oliver Wendell Holmes
What a lovely anology, comparing talking to harp playing. Unfortunately, my talking rarely has that perfect balance of sound and silence as that of the music of a skilled harp player.
Too often, I am impatiently waiting for the person with whom I'm talking to stop her prattle so that I can talk. Obviously, my words have more importance, more significance. Why should I be forced to wait for her to run down until I can impart my nuggets of wisdom?
And isn't that a sad commentary?
This I know for sure: I learn more in my silences than I ever do in talking.