Quotes About Sound

Mike se reía mucho. Y a ella le gustaba mucho, muchísimo, el ruido que hacía al reírse.

Although continual sound effects were common in VCS games, it is hard to produce anything that sounds like Western music on the machine. The frequencies that the TIA can generate miss most of the chromatic scale. When Garry Kitchen was working as a programmer for Activision, he went through and marked the notes that the Atari VCS could hit. He then asked a professional composer of jingles to put something together using only those notes.

You hear a sound and it's truth turning in its grave.

Rob J. teve um breve pesadelo de médico, imaginando o som de 122.000 homens tossindo ao mesmo tempo.

The intelligent minority are a "specialized class" who are responsible for setting policy and for "the formation of a sound public opinion

He looked around when he heard a window-rattling roar. Earthquake? Volcano? Nuclear war? Beaver, Peter told him. I don't care if it is Alaska, you don't have beavers big enough to sound like that.

If you play I Don't Want To Know by Fleetwood Mac loud enough -- you can hear Lindsey Buckingham's fingers sliding down the strings of his acoustic guitar. ...And we were convinced that this was the definitive illustration of what we both loved about music; we loved hearing the INSIDE of a song.

If you like harmonies or guitar overdubs or the sun or Norwegian lesbians or taking drugs during funerals or the invention of sound, you will probably enjoy these records. Rubber Soul gets an A- because I don't speak French.

Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.

We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.

It would be that time--late at night-- when your ears reach out for any sound. When you can see more with your eyes closed than open.

the sound of it nearly lost to the zipper-unzipping buzz of the cicadas.

Gravel popped like popcorn under

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

Alors il peut sans doute recommencer à y croire, à les aligner, les ordonner élégamment les uns après les autres, insignifiants, sonores et creux, dans d'élégantes phrases insignifiantes, sonores, bienséantes et infiniment rassurantes, aussi lisses, aussi polies, aussi glacées et aussi peu solides que la surface miroitante de l'eau recouvrant, cachant pudiquement…

Sound managerial decisions are at the very root of their impending fall from industry leadership.

Memory is the past with volume control.

Sometimes when you had your head down in the [ice cream] vats, time stopped. The swirling white mist stalled in the air, hanging like ribbons. All sound dropped out, the whirring of the blender and the radio, and even the static-y buzz of your own thoughts. I don't know where I went during these spells. They only lasted a few moments yet they contained a little scoop of the infinite, a waffle-perfumed eternity.

He heard the sound of teeth splintering.

It was one of those moments when everything is out of balance, I suppose, and just watching an odd thing seems to make sense. The squirrel scampered up a tree trunk, the sound of its nails like water in a tub.

Everything falls into the hands of music eventually. The only thing that ever rescued me was listening to a big voice. There are years accumulated in a sound.

Tum plausu fremituque virum studiisque faventum consonat omne nemus, vocemque inclusa volutant litora, pulsati colles clamore resultant.

Listen. There is a sound like the knocking of railway trucks in a siding. That is the happy concatenation of one event following another in our lives. Knock, knock, knock. Must, must, must. Must go, must sleep, must wake, must get up — sober, merciful word which we pretend to revile, which we press tight to our hearts, without which we should be undone. How we worship that sound like the knocking together of trucks in a siding!

Big Ben was beginning to strike, first the warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable.