Quotes About Sound

I switched the FM-UHF marine radio to the commercial frequencies and tried to find something that didn't sound like somebody trying to break up a dogfight in a sorority house by banging drums and cymbals. Not that I want to say it isn't music.

Tenho, com frequência, uma estranha ilusão: julgo que me tomei surda. Cuido então de fazer um ruído para saber que não é verdade. Tenho de tossir, por exemplo, para verificar que ouço normalmente. É como a mocinha japonesa que encontraram nas ruínas de Hiroshima. Estava tudo morto, e ela cantava para a sua boneca.

tower. I heard the laughter

It would always amaze me, how Frank could make pure idiocy sound logical.

Last night as your breathing settled into sleep what I heard was the half-forgotten sound, the velvet rush and hiss, the automatic click as the record player's arm runs out, is brushed away at the record's centre, the pulse of its subsiding oddly comforting. 33 1/3 rpm. The knowledge that when the music ends, there will not be silence.

Misophonia n. Irrational rage and terror caused by the sound of people eating.

The reason everyone thinks all frogs go "ribbit" is that "ribbit" is the distinctive call of the Pacific tree frog (Hyla regilla). This is the frog that lives in Hollywood.

In its wake followed a keening sound that rose from the throats of mourners like the wind.

Since one cannot educate adults, the word "education" has an evil sound in politics; there is a pretense of education, when the real purpose is coercion without the use of force.

The human voice is the first and most natural musical instrument, also the most emotional.

We allow the sonic qualities themselves to develop their own momentum. It's a kind of humbling experience to put the sound first instead of the statement.

Faith in reason as a prime motor is no longer the criterion of the sound mind, any more than faith in the Bible is the criterion of righteous intention.

Side by side in silence. Without a single word...It's the loudest sound. It's the loudest sound...It's the loudest sound I ever heard...

Achilles nodded and bent over the lyre. I did not have time to wonder about his intervention. His fingers touched the strings, and all my thoughts were displaced. The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once. A few hairs slipped forward to hang over his eyes as he played. They were fine as lure strings themselves, and shone.

I hummed a little and listened to the sound being swallowed by the air.

The sound flesh makes when it tears and re-forms and how, when you change a man, you may stop the transformation partway through, and then that monstrous, half-beast thing will die.

He touched his fingers to the strings. The notes leapt out into the air, bright and silver-sweet. He gathered them into a melody as effortlessly as if he were a god of music himself, so that the whole room seemed to live inside the sound.

the sea was hidden by the house's curve, but we could both hear it, the distant hiss of waves against sand.

His voice was resonant, warm, with a pull to it that reminded me of ocean tides.

The sound-syllable Om represents the fundamental thought-form of all-pervading reality.

The sound that comes out of him is choked and smothered, like that of an animal forced to bears great weight. It is a noise of disbelief, of anguish. Anges will never forget it. At the end of her life, when her husband has been dead for years, she will still be able to summon its exact pitch and timbre.

A bee drones by, scribbling on the air near their heads...

The ears are the last feature to age.

His voice. Never had she heard anything like it, an undulating sound like fine gravel sifted through raw silk.