Quotes About Sound

Our loss put six feet under ground Is measured by the magnolia's root; Our gain's the intellectual sound Of death's feet round a weedy tomb.

In my own house my voice don't carry from the kitchen to the toilet.

the sound of a man forgiving.

Lewis spoke for almost every member when he said, There is no sound I like better than adult male laughter.

There is nothing but the gleam of mysterious light—not dawn and yet not starlight—where the unlit earth meets the night-black sky, and the only sound is the haunting call of the owls.

Tap-tap-tap is better than thump-thumpthump, Ivy said.

reason, my radiator makes a lot of banging and groaning. But

Any requests on the kind of car?" "Something with armor?" she said. "Oooh, and headrest DVD. Bonus for surround sound." "Rocket launchers," Michael said. "One hot yellow Hummer with optional mass destruction package, coming up.

In the fish world many things are told by sound waves.

Such poisoning of waters set aside for conservation purposes could have consequences felt by every western duck hunter and by everyone to whom the sight and sound of drifting ribbons of waterfowl across an evening sky are precious. These

The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.

Books have a sound too - turn their pages for enough hours and years and you start to rely on it, just as people who live by the shore assimilate the rhythm of the waves: the sweep and ripple marking the end of a page, a sound that seems to be made by the turning of your thoughts rather than the movement of your hand.

Music is sound, sound consists of vibrations in the air, and these particular vibrations resonated with the marrow of my bones, with the tissues of my heart. - Addison Goodheart pg. 199

world is sensation. We drift in an ocean of sensory stimuli: motion, color, texture, shape, heat, cold, natural symphonies of sound, an infinite number of scents, tastes beyond the human ability to catalogue. Nothing but sensation endures. Living things all die. Great cities do not last.

Echoing off the tile walls, the sizzle-splash of the falling water sounded like the hissing of serpents and the brittle laughter of strange children.

His voice had sounded as though he lived entirely on mayonnaise and butter but never quite cleared his throat of them;

would be good to have reached an age when she'd have the option of boozing herself into a sound sleep.

Libby believes that she hears her mother's voice submerged in the louder shriek

Libby hears her name wrapped in the louder sound, attenuated and distorted—"Liiiiibeeeee

The faintest scraping-ticking arose as the knuckles of the hinge leafs turned against pivot pins in need of oil, and the door swung ever so slowly into the kitchen

They were conducting an experiment to learn to what extent sound has an effect, positive or negative, on algae.

Now he slept soundly through the nights, and often he dreamed of trains, and often of one particular train: He was on it; he could smell the coal smoke; a world went by. And then he was standing in that world as the sound of the train died away. A frail familiarity in these scenes hinted to him that they came from his childhood. Sometimes he woke to hear the sound of the Spokane International fading up the valley and realized he'd been hearing the locomotive as he dreamed.

the downpour raked the asphalt and gurgled in the ruts.

Teddy laughed, heard the sound of it carry off on the sweep of night air and dissolve in the distant surf, as if it had never been, as if the island and the sea and the salt took what you thought you had and...