What you are shouts so loudly in my ears I cannot hear what you say.

You can't hear me. You can't hear me. You can't hear what I'm saying. You can't hear what I'm saying to you.

Your actions speak so loudly, I can not hear what you are saying.

You cannot be, I know, nor do I wish to see you, an inactive spectator....We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them

I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’d drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along – and I know I’m drowning – but I go on down.

You cannot truly listen to anyone and do anything else at the same time.

Who you are is speaking so loudly that I can't hear what you're saying

When I speak, you must not listen to the words, my dear. Listen to the Silence.

I just can’t sit while people are saying nonsense in a meeting without saying it’s nonsense.

I'm sorry I can't hear you

I will never be able to pound words into lines
To match the velocity of your presence

I told him I just want to write some more songs and put them on tape. I figure the content of the songs and how I choose to answer for myself is my business. He says he is sorry, even cut to the heart, but he cannot and will not sign me, as, alas, I cannot say the things he wanted to hear. I say I am sorry he cannot hear the things I'm trying to say.

... I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

I spoke to ears that refused to hear.