Quotes About Sound

He hadn't said Tremaine was crazy either. He gave the impression that he was used to being pulled out of a sound sleep to humor people in the middle of a cold night... "Maybe that's why I love him," Tremaine thought, lifting an ironic brow at herself. Then she processed that thought. "I do what?

How can a reason which hates God be called sound?

The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul, Comes back with more than the first loveliness-- The all I've lost, the more I never found Haunting her beauty, while for me she weaves Of color, odor, sound, her perfect days.

Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak.

Music is expression of harmony in sound. Love is the expression of harmony in life

I think I would rather possess eyes that know no sight, ears that know no sound, hands that know no touch than a heart that knows no love.

Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.

Sound is important. Our sound is the sound of nature and animals, not the notes of a white man's scale. Our

I do not think I really have anything to say about poetry other than remarking that it is a wandering little drift of unidentified sound, and trying to say more reminds me of following the sound of a thrush into the woods on a summer's eve - if you persist in following the thrush it will only recede deeper and deeper into the woods; you will never actually see the thrush (the hermit thrush is especially shy), but I suppose listening is a kind of knowledge, or as close as one can come." (viii)

As I head back up the stairs, I hear the dryer make a sound of great mechanical distress, nnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee , and I pause for only a moment before I decide that if I leave, I will no longer intimidate the machine, and it will then do its job very well without me.

ba-ba or a noo-noo,

The one thing that troubles me is the ringing; it persists in my ear day and night, like the tolling of a distant temple bell, warning man of the folly of the bomb…. —

How still it is! Stinging into the stones, The locusts' trill.

A lonely pond in age-old stillness sleeps . . . Apart, unstirred by sound or motion . . . till Suddenly into it a lithe frog leaps. Translated by Curtis Hidden Page

An old pond—A frog leaping in—The sound of water.

Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water

El viejo estanque una rana se sumerge ruido de agua

One day, Kaname's lips will lightly touch this neck of yours, and slowly, Kaname's teeth will sink in... If you hear the sound of Kaname drinking your own blood, Yuki-chan, then, for sure, you'll feel ecstasy.

Some people watch the world with their ears.

Laughter, I realized, was the reverberating sound of a truth hitting a lie.

It was a kind of laugh that made me wish there was no air for those manic waves to travel on and reach my ears.

How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain!

Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.

New world. New sound. New life. Everything felt so right. A huge, glowing, magical YES.