Quotes About Sound

I missed Rosaleen's snoring the way you'd miss the sound of the ocean waves after you've gotten used to sleeping with them. I didn't realize how it had comforted me. Quiteness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums.

We stayed like that while bees swirled around our heads with a sound like sizzling bacon, a sound that no longer registered as danger. Danger, I realized, was a thing you got used to.

Quietness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums

That night in my bed, when I closed my eyes, bee hum ran through my body. Ran through the whole earth. It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

As I walked, I began to hear the sound of running water. It's impossible to hear that sound and not go searching for the source.

That night in my bed in the honey house, when I closed my eyes, bee hum ran through my body. Ran through the whole earth. It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

If you think the country is quiet, you've never lived in it. Tree frogs alone make you wish for earplugs.

The door closed. So quiet it amounted to nothing but a snap of air, and that was the strangeness of it, how a small sound like that could fall across the whole world.

If you think the country is quiet, you've never lived in it. Tree frogs alone make you wish for earplugs.

In the distance we could hear one of the dogs barking at a fish, and the high whine and low rumble of the glacier, and way off, the sound of our mother calling.

But now there were ten bells. And the bell for Lost-Hope was ringing violently.

My mother made a sound that from a lesser woman would have been a snort.

Yes, I've listened to just a few audiobooks - but hope to listen to more. I've wanted to investigate how my own books sound in this format and find the experience of listening, and not reading, quite fascinating.

Es el ruido de las cosas al caer desde la altura, un ruido interrumpido y por lo mismo eterno, un ruido que no termina nunca, que sigue sonando en mi cabeza desde esa tarde y no da señales de querer irse, que está para siempre suspendido en mi memoria, colgado en ella como una toalla de su percha.

La buena prosa debe ser tan precisa como el verso, e igual de sonora" escribe Flaubert.

Escucha, es un latido, solamente un latido, o qué? de la ranita, no? En el pulso de las hierbezuelas o de la lunilla, él?...

El pozo! Platero, ¡qué palabra tan honda, tan verdinegra, tan fresca, tan sonora! Parece que es la palabra la que taladra girando, la tierra oscura, hasta llegar al agua fría".

Oía de vez en cuando el sonido de las palabras, y notaba la diferencia. Porque las palabras que había oído hasta entonces, hasta entonces lo supe, no tenían ningún sonido, no sonaban; se sentían; pero sin sonido, como las que se oyen durante los sueños.

helicopter blades purled the air

Music was not so very different from mathematics. It was all just patterns and sequences. The only difference was that they hung in the air instead of on a piece of paper. Dancing was a grand equation. One side was sound, the other movement. The dancer's job was to make them equal.

They marched back to the kitchen in silence, the only sound being Rufus's growl when Dunford tried to pet him. "Can a rabbit growl?" he asked, unable to believe his ears. "Obviously he can.

She hated the noise and the streaks of light, and the crackling tension in the air, but most of all she hated what it made her feel. ~ Kate God, he loved thunderstorms. Hard to tell why. Maybe it was just the proof of nature's power over man. Maybe it was the sheer energy of the light and sound that pounded around him. Whatever the case, it made him feel alive. ~ Anthony

And you sound like the heroine of a very poorly written novel," he said

A lot of the music I listen to is indie rock. It's not on the radio.