Quotes About Noise

My hearing is usually O.K.

Its rock n' roll that has done my hearing in.

My hearing after 50 years of playing music sometimes isn't too great.

I love hearing the gym shoes squeak.

My parents used to fight a lot, and I think they fought a lot at night, and they would turn the television up to hide the sound of their fighting.

And the whole huge town of a million people was locked in a sort of violent inertia, a nightmare of noise without movement.

it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise.

The stuff that was coming out of his mouth consisted of words, but it was not speech in the true sense: it was a noise uttered in unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck.

Still more it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise…he could not help but share in the general delirium, but this subhuman chanting…always filled him with horror. Of course, he chanted with the rest: it was impossible to do otherwise. To dissemble your feelings, to control your face, to do what everyone else was doing, was an instinctive reaction.

It was not the man's brain that was speaking; it was his larynx. The stuff that was coming out of him consisted of words, but it was not speech in the true sense: it was a noise uttered in unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck. Syme

There had been many definitions of Man; he would make another: "The noise-producing animal." Now there was only the nearly imperceptible murmur of his own engine. He had no need to blow the horn. There were no back-firing trucks, no snorting trains, no pounding planes overhead. In the little towns no whistles blew or bells rang or radios blared or people talked. Even if it was the peace of death, still that was a kind of peace.

Le sillon du laboureur ne vaut-il pas celui de l'oisif qui a pourtant un nom, un nom qui restera si, par une singularité ou une absurdité quelconque, il fait un peu de bruit dans le monde ?…

NONFICTION The Braindead Megaphone Congratulations

Another thing that was striking about him was his extraordinary sensitivity to noise, which he often referred to as his "noise psychosis." It really could disturb him. Once he wrote me: "Do other people manage to have peace and quiet? I'd like to know the answer to that.

That's when he heard an awful roar up the mountain above him, like a thousand trains thundering down the track with a thousand tornadoes right behind them.

There's a lot of research now showing that noise, and the lack of quiet working space, is one of the biggest issues for all office workers.

It's a noisy environment we all live in, whether it's traffic or the workplace, so it's very difficult to think about your life in general. A lot of people are afraid to do that. They like to hide behind their work and not face up to a big problem in their life.

At home, when the heating pipes made noises, I imagined a tiny person was in there skipping with a rope. The fantasy world of tiny things became my escape.

I hate the noise and hurry inseparable from great Estates and Titles, and look upon both as blessings that ought only to be given to fools, for 'Tis only to them that they are blessings.

To be honest, I hate silence.

Speech recognition today doesn't really work in noisy environments.

All the instruments of percussion known to European science are essentially nonmusical and can only be tolerated in open air music or in large orchestras where a little noise more or less makes no difference.

Silence is so freaking loud

The darkness was crowding up around me, and, while I couldn't hear the Virtu any longer, I was becoming fretfully aware of something else, a noise like some vast heartbeat, only with too many pulses. Mélusine, breathing.