Quotes About Sound

could hear the tick of Saint-Loup's watch, which must have been somewhere near at hand. The tick changed place all the time, for I could not see the watch; it seemed to be coming from behind me, from in front, from my right, from my left, sometimes to die away as though it were coming from a long way off. Suddenly I caught sight of the watch on a table. So now I heard the tick in a fixed place, from which it did not move again.

O lovitur? scurt? în fereastr?, ca ?i cum ceva ar fi izbit-o, urmat? de o ampl? c?dere abia sim?it?, de parc? o mîn? de fire de nisip s-ar fi pr?bu?it de la fereastra de deasupra, apoi mi?carea extinzîndu-se, regularizîndu-se, adoptînd un ritm, devenind fluid?, sonor?, muzical?, atotcuprinz?toare, universal?: începea s? plou?.

little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain.

He hated clocks that ticked; every click a moment gone. Couldn't imagine sleeping in a room with one, drifting into unconsciousness to the sound of life slipping away.

And now the sound comes toward us: bassy, crackly, like a fireworks display that never lets up. The sound goes right through you, and if you have become too emotionally involved in the space program, this sound will make you cry. It's the sound of American exploration, the sound of missiles put to better use than killing or threatening to kill, a sound that means we came in peace for all mankind.

Tanis blinked with disbelief, then he heard a sound behind him that nearly made him leap into a tree in panic. He whirled around, heart in his throat, sword in his hand. Raistlin was laughing.

Every day was a lesson in how starved the eyes could grow for hue, for reds and golds; how starved the ears could grow for conga drums, for the blare of traffic, for dogs barking, for the baseball games chattering from TVs, for foices talking flatly, conversationally, with rising excitement in Spanish, for children playing n the streets, the Puerto Rican children whose voices sounded faster, harder, than Chicano Spanish, as if there were more metal in their throats.

Every day was a lesson in how starved the eyes could grow for hue, for reds and golds; how starved the ears could grow for conga drums, for the blare of traffic, for dogs barking, for the baseball games chattering from TVs, for voices talking flatly, conversationally, with rising excitement in Spanish, for children playing in the streets, the Puerto Rican children whose voices sounded faster, harder, than Chicano Spanish, as if there were more metal in their throats.

The cork had come out with a ghost of a pop; it was a beautiful sound, regretful, grateful, kind. "There

And there's the loudest sound I've ever heard and the brightest white I've ever seen, and I'm made of it, I'm- I'm made of light I'm made of heat And I'm flying

I bought a talking refrigerator that said "Oink" every time I opened the door. It made me hungry for pork chops.

There is a whisper of light, if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear

In finance everything that is agreeable is unsound and everything that is sound is disagreeable.

In all of nature, there is no sound more pleasing than that of a hungry animal at its feed. Unless you are the food.

Most sound people don't get the assignment to create worlds of sound and get freedom to try a lot of things and then get the scrutiny and support of the team over a long period of time.

What I enjoy most about being on stage is that the natural instruments give you a greater freedom with texture. When you use natural instruments they have their own resonance.

A German singer! I should as soon expect to get pleasure from the neighing of my horse.

Es importante recordar que el hemisferio cerebral que procesa los sonidos de la naturaleza es el derecho. Si nos damos cuenta, toda la ciencia actual, sobre todo a partir de Newton, se basa en esta percepción: existimos nosotros y existe un universo externo a nosotros. Esta misma separación afectó profundamente a las religiones al considerar que estábamos nosotros por una parte y allí a lo lejos habitaba un Dios o una serie de dioses.

Uno de los trayectos más estimulantes de esta vida es el tránsito por el idioma. El pensamiento avanza de palabra en palabra. Es una senda llena de sorpresas y algunas veces totalmente inédita. Y cuando pasa a ser sonido, cuando cada vocablo por fin coincide con la voz que lo espera, entonces lo normal se convierte en milagro. Paso a paso, sílaba a sílaba, el idioma pasa a ser una revelación.

grunts don't sing, they grunt. That's why they're called grunts.

In terms of helping me heal my mind and heart, Dr. Artaud is good, but music is better. She's right when she says that I hide behind music. I sometimes let sound get physical, so that it rings in my ears, and vibrates in my chest and drowns out the unhappy voices in my head. Other times, like right now, music helps me respond to my better voices, the ones that give me a squeeze to the shoulders and a gentle push ahead." -Star

The preaching of the Word must be absolutely central. Sound, expositional preaching is often the fountainhead of growth in a church.

When I fiddle around with their amps, it's because it needs to be done. I must be hearing it different to them. But you'd be surprised by how many people tell me that it works. Not that I need telling. I know it works.

I am fond of the sound of horses in the night. The lifting of feet. Stamping. The clicking of their iron shoes against rock. They mouth one anothers withers and rear and squeal and whirl and shuffle and cough and stand and snort. There is the combined rumblings of each individual gut. They sound larger than they are. The air tastes of horses, ripples as though come alive with their good-hearted strength and stamina.