Quotes About Noise

I know what it's like to fight against the crowd from when I went to Denmark to fight Mikkel Kessler. He's like David Beckham over there, he gets blanket coverage in the papers all week, and you could hear a pin drop when I was landing my shots. There was no respect for The Cobra out there. There was no noise, no love, nothing.

I do like to just have football on, so I will TiVo, like, three or four games for the weekend, and I'll just turn it on when there's no live football on, just to have the background noise.

I still don't understand why we need a gigantic airport sprawled across South East England. What does it gain us, compared with the misery of noise, pollution and congestion it causes in our cramped country? Would it really be so bad if we had to take a train to Paris or Amsterdam to fly to the U.S.A.?

We're assaulted with facts, pseudo facts, jibber-jabber, and rumour, all posing as information. Trying to figure out what you need to know and what you can ignore is exhausting.

I know my football. And I adore football players. The crashing noise of a tackle, the huddle grunting, and the roar of the crowd are music to my ears.

I take care of my voice. I don't go to loud discos where I have to shout; I don't have iced drinks.

One of my least favourite gigs was a festival. There weren't many people there and they were all talking.

There is one major difference that has occurred in the past forty years that does indeed impinge upon the spiritual life. I can state it in one word: distraction. Distraction is the primary spiritual problem in contemporary culture.

Even more insidious are the ways we are bombarded by the broad distractions of constant noise, constant demands, constant news.

We judge the world quite harshly, but we rarely judge noise. We can hide in the noise.

A loud booming noise interrupted us, and we saw a flash of light off to my right. People near the other garages screamed. "There, you see?" asked Abe, quite pleased with himself. "A new gate. Perfect timing.

noise is always a byproduct of inefficiency. A correctly designed engine is as silent as the grave.

The major operative principle seems to be that the human computer operates in such a way as to make signals out of noise and thus to create information out of random energies where there was no signal . . . The information "created" from the noise can be shown by careful analysis to have been in the storage system of the computer . . .

loud bang (Ba2Ng2

Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him. It sounded as though somebody was tapping on the windowpane.

Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him. It sounded as though somebody was tapping on the windowpane. He looked up, hastily, half prepared to rise, and the book slid from his hands to his ample lap. Then he realized that the sound was merely rain. Late afternoon rain, striking the parlor window.

All things which make noise at the side of the path do not come down the path. AFRICAN PROVERB

dozed day-long on warm white sand. Of deep-sea fishings he heard tell, and mighty silver gatherings of the mile-long net; of sudden perils, noise

noisy man is listened to first, and then the quiet man; and since wars are noisy and violent, it may take long for the ability of quiet men to be recognized, or for their voices to be heard above the bellowing of incompetents.

Sudut pandang adalah kemewahan saat kepalamu terus diterpa dengungan yang mengerikan.

Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.

Good Lord, I thought, squinting at the bright glare of a late-July morning. No wonder I slept through this. It was noisy with shrieking birds, and already hot.

after over a century of such noise, the windy silence of the outdoors was strange, a kind of aural hollowness.

For minutes on end he could not tell whether he was really hearing howls of pain, or whether it was simply that his years of long, exhausting work had rendered him incapable of distinguishing between the general noise and ancient prehistoric screams that were somehow preserved in time ('the evidence of suffering does not disappear without a trace,' he hopefully remarked) and now were being raised by the rain, like dust.