Quotes About Sound

We wanted it more live and raw. We didn't want a studio sound.

I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.

And we're not talking mild snoring, either. Imagine being chained to the floor of a cave, with the tide crashing in, louder, louder, louder—

roar poured through that ancient arched passageway, a wave of sound that buffeted soldier and prisoner alike, bouncing off the high walls and rising up amidst an explosion of terrified pigeons from the upper eaves.

A wayward wind drew a wintry breath across the scene with a sound like a gasp, shivering the grasses.

The rush of the river was a voice, a presence. Water flowed indifferent to the heave and plunge of the sun, the shrouded moon and the slow spin of the stars. The sound reached them in a song without words, and all effort to grasp its meaning was hopeless, for, like the water itself, one could not grasp hold of sound. The flow was ceaseless and immeasurable and just as stillness did not in fact exist, so neither did true, absolute silence.

Leaves skirled past, clattering like tiny bones.

Anyone who has become entranced by the sound of water drops in the darkness of a ruin can attest to the extraordinary capacity of the ear to carve a volume into the void of darkness. The space traced by the ear becomes a cavity sculpted in the interior of the mind.

her iPhone in the bowl so the sound would be amplified—pretty much the cheapest speaker system

Perhaps sound is only an insanity of silence, a mad gibber of empty space grown fearful of listening to itself and hearing nothing.

Without music, the prehistoric past is just too quiet to be believed.

The sound of a feeding was impossible to ignore. Cross heard the smack of teeth, and sucking sounds so loud he swore they came from there in the room. He heard pained moans and animal barks. It amused him to think that once, so very long ago, these creatures had been painted as romantics by fiction writers. They were animals, pure and simple, vicious of heart, evil of spirit, malign in their sole drive to wipe humanity out.

Light travels faster than sound. Isn't that why people appear bright before you hear them speak?

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak.

I have a big problem with piped music. I like either silence or to listen to it properly.

The cry of the bells had condensed even further until it sounded like a single, crazed voice clanging out over the city.

It was the first time I had heard him speak at all and the sound of that single word was surprisingly light and musical.

These lips had spoken words into the primal chaos of the world; they had sculpted sound into matter, darkness into light.

His home was a wondrous palace, wrought of light and sound, where every room had a mysterious tale to tell and strange aethers roamed the tall, echoing corridors.

The air was full of the angry scream of birds, the whir of their wings.

Music has been called 'the most noise conveying the least information

Once again he cawed four times and was about to caw again when he heard the sound of humans coming through the woods. The bird turned on the window ledge, flapped its black wings, and rose slowly toward the trees. He caught the wind and soared upward.

This word is the sound of breathing. The holiest Name in the world,

Poetry is the sound of the human animal.