Quotes About Noise

Every time some spoiled European soccer millionaire complains about the blaring vuvuzelas, I want them to blare louder.

And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace

Angels want peace; devils want war! Wise man wants tranquillity and creation; stupid man wants noise and destruction!

The entire world will be in nuclear war, and only the Swiss will be going, 'what's that noise?'

hope had become despair, protestors had become terrorists, love had become sex, music had become noise, and us had become me.

In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are all the halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways. When this world becomes too much for me, when I grow tired of the noise and the dirt and the people, I close my eyes and I name a particular vestibule to myself; then I name a hall.

She liked them all, she liked them so much, her guests, her family, and the bright muddle of their mingled conversations, she loved that, too, all the marvelous, ordinary, perishable noise.

Quit shouting those rerun songs at me.

Wembley was crazy stuff. The songs, the noise... best fans ever. My hair was up all the way.

Sonic Youth played one show before we even had a drummer. It was just me, Kim, and Thurston. The lights slowly went down, and the set was just 30 minutes of feedback.

You'll find that empty vessels make the most sound.

I'm not a fan of the sound quality of our first album, because there's a noise in my head.

The radio makes hideous sounds.

I don't know what silence sounds like anymore.

Sounds always fascinated me.

Silence can be lovely or disturbing, depending on the source.

If my brain can ttell the difference between noise and signal, my heart cannot.

The supply of information to which we are exposed thanks to modernity is transforming humans from the equable second fellow into the neurotic first one. […] the second fellow reacts to real information, the first largely to noise. The difference between the two fellows will show us the difference between noise and signal. Noise is what you are supposed to ignore, signal what you need to heed.

Just as we are not likely to mistake a bear for a stone (but likely to mistake a stone for a bear), it is almost impossible for someone rational, with a clear, uninfected mind, someone who is not drowning in data, to mistake a vital signal, one that matters for his survival, for noise.

Aside from the decorum of ancient thought as opposed to the coarseness of fresh ink, I have spent some time phrasing the idea in the mathematics of evolutionary arguments and conditional probability. For an idea to have survived so long across so many cycles is indicative of its relative fitness. Noise, at least some noise, was filtered out.

The wise man listens to meaning; the fool only gets the noise.

The more information you give someone, the more hypotheses they will formulate along the way, and the worse off they will be. They see more random noise and mistake it for information.

The wise man listens to meaning; the fool only gets the noise. The modern Greek poet C. P. Cavafy wrote a piece in 1915 after Philostratus' adage "For the gods perceive things in the future, ordinary people things in the present, but the wise perceive things about to happen.

If my brain can tell the difference between noise and signal, my heart cannot.