Quotes About Sound

Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room and through the waves came the voices of birds singing.

Thus I hope to have kept the sound of the sea and the birds, dawn and garden subconsciously present, doing their work under ground.

She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was in their ears; the chirp of birds; other incidents of garden life, inaudible, invisible to her in the bedroom, absorbed them. Isolated on a green island, hedged about with snowdrops, laid with a counterpane of puckered silk, the innocent island floated under her window. Only George lagged behind.

One feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

The sound of Big Ben striking the half-hour struck out between them with extraordinary vigour, as if a young man, strong, indifferent, inconsiderate, were swinging dumb-bells this way and that.

Beauty of scene; stateliness of movement; sweetness of sound — these are the graces that seem to reward the mind that seeks enjoyment purely for its own sake.

Always, Mrs Ramsay felt, one helped oneself out of solitude reluctantly by laying hold of some little odd or end, some sound, some sight.

How she had loved sound when she was a boy, and thought the volley of tumultuous syllables from the lips the finest of all poetry.

The village schoolmaster took us for instructive walks ('what you hear is the sound of a scythe being sharpened' ; 'that field there will be given a rest next season ';'oh, just a small bird...no special name '; 'if that peasant is drunk, it is because he is poor ') 71

Such incidents have convinced me that my heart is basically sound despite recent diagnoses.

A bird's song is beautiful, but if it never stops you feel like shooting it.

El viento jamás había sonado de aquella manera en ningún otro lugar del mundo.

He chose to proceed north with extreme caution; he made sure to sound the waters

Sound is the secret. The great Qabbalists taught that a prayer sung is one thousand times more efficacious than a prayer simply recited. This is because a human being instantaneously goes into a state of trance when he or she begins singing, or someone starts to sing at them.

What is a word? It is a sound vibration! And what is the intelligence behind this vibration that "thinks" the Word? The answer is MIND (or what some call consciousness, intention or god). In short, there is a mind behind matter. Our holy and sacred minds are part of the Divine Consciousness.

What is a word? It is a sound vibration! And what is the intelligence behind this vibration that 'thinks' the Word? The answer is MIND (or what some call consciousness, intention or god).

The physical act of forming this sound with your mouth is done by utilizing the tongue, which represents the phallus, exploring the oral cavity which represents the vagina.

she makes a sound with her throat like she's annoyed or going to throw up and then changes it over to a 1990s rock oldies channel.

If a soul could leave the body, she thought, this is the sound it would make: like the screech of a nail being pulled from old wood.

She had never seen an adult cry like that, with such an animal sound. Recklessly. As if there were nothing more to be lost. For years afterward, she would sometimes wake in the night, heart thumping, thinking she'd heard that agonized cry again.

Is she—dying?" Izzy whispered. It was a ridiculous question, but in that moment she was honestly terrified this might be true. If a soul could leave a body, she thought, this is the sound it would make: like the screech of a nail being pulled from old wood.

I used to suppose that certain evils could never befall a being in possession of a sound mind; that true virtue supplies us with energy which vice can never resist; that it was always in our power to obstruct, by his own death, the designs of an enemy who aimed at less than our lives.

But if the rooster crows, this is not for the farmer. (Mais si le coq a chanté, - Ce n'est pas pour le fermier.)

The last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck.