Quotes About Sound

I do most earnestly beg you not to be diverted from the highway of sound policy in this part of the world, both during the war and at the settlement, by wanderings into the labyrinth of Turkish duplicity and intrigue.

The organ is in my eyes and ears the king of all instruments.

I would have preferred to stay put in town, as the life bucolic affected me like chloroform and I could never get used to the sound of a moth hitting the bug zapper.

Suddenly, he heard a horrible sound and realized it was his own voice.

I had always found it unpleasant to have guests in my apartment. They filled up my rooms with strange sentences I would never have formulated in such a way. Today I found the sound of these sentences particularly unbearable. Sometimes I tried to follow only the sense of the conversation so as not to hear the sounds of the language. But they penetrated my body as though they were inseparable from the sense.

As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.

I can well imagine that somewhere far off, 150 miles away, a ship's watch looked up, startled, and later reported the oddest thing, that he thought he heard a cat's meow coming from three o'clock. Days

Tell them I Am, Jehovah saidTo Moses; while earth heard in dread,And smitten to the heart,At once above, beneath, around,All nature, without voice or sound,Replied, O Lord, Thou art.

The sound of water says what I think.

Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.

As for music, where does it go? The only concrete thing in music is the instrument.

Words are sounds transfused with unequal shadows that intersect, stalactites, lace, transfigured organ music. I hardly dare shout out words at this vibrant and rich, morbid and dark web which has its countertone in the thick bass of pain. Allegro con brio. I'll try to wrest gold from charcoal.

?injenice su zvu?ne, ali izme?u njih postoji šapat.

The vibration of the heat was like the vibration of a sung oratorio. Only my hearing part was feeling. Closed-mouth canticle, sound vibrating deaf like something imprisoned and contained, amen, amen. Canticle of thanksgiving for the murder of one being by another being.

Dónde se guarda la música cuando no suena?, se preguntaba. Y, rendida, contestaba: que hagan un arpa de mis nervios cuando muera.

Love smells of moonlight and old photographs. Love is the sound of your name being called by your lover.

For me, however, that beloved, glowing little word happiness has become associated with everything I have felt since childhood upon hearing the sound of the word itself.

In the morning he would forget all of it—but the night was not yet over. And somewhere in the darkest, iciest low part of it, when even owls and loons were prompted to noiselessness out of either fear or respect, he slipped deeper into sleep, as deep into it as a man could go without losing all chance of coming back. Still, even in the pit of it, he could hear and identify the sound. The rocker, creaking.

The guards eat out in the open, I said. They don't swallow their deaths because the passerby know the sound of the snapping twigs and the sour belch of poverty.

Render me the texture of flesh. Pick me what it is, in the timbre of the voice, that marks out the living from the dead.

May 29, the Central Committee of the Sections goes into "permanent session" — what a fine, crisis-ridden sound it has, that term!

The siren heralds a friend, the bee a stranger.

The lesson for this Round, as we shall hear time and again, is that each generation inhabits a different acoustic universe, constituted by different musics and memories of sound, by different thicknesses of walls and densities of traffic, by different means of manufacture and broadcast, by different diets and ear-damaging diseases, by different proportions and preponderances of metal rattling in kitchens, clanging on the streets, or ringing in the ( differently polluted) air above.

The sun is nearly audible.