Quotes About Sound

Everything in the world has a spirit which is released by its sound.

The careful muffled sound of fruit That plummets, broken from a tree, Amid the constant melody Of the deep silence of the wood…

An hour drifted by. The church clock on the cliffs had struck four times; a deep-toned, weary bell, that tolled for every quarter, and must often have been heard, at dead of night, by dying men, drowning unshriven and unhouseled.

Me-EHH-UF-ow

At the sound of Austin's voice, the kid's eyes fluttered open. "Am … I … dead?" Austin grinned. "I'm only a paramedic, not a doctor, but I'm gonna guess no.

un ruido sin ruido hecho de mil murmullos indistintos.

This is the hour of silence. In no way does silence mean lack of sound: it means a state in which the ear is the most alert.

Every beauty -- whether of sight, sound, or taste -- has a dimension of the metaphysical. Beauty...moves us so powerfully by making us present at the creation of a world, bringing us into existence.

sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.

Eugene turned the key. A sound like a two-story house being shat out the asshole of a zebra ripped through the dashboard.

She laughed so sweet and loud and long it sounded like a bell, a harp, a song.

Era un sonido paciente e impasible como el de las flores cartadas; el silencio de un hombre que espera la muerte.

It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged flight.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.

it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

A silent bell that struck out love.

y cuando la campana de la torre da la hora, esta no rompe el silencio sino que lo sostiene.

It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

It is quiet, and when the belling tower strikes the late hour, it doesn't break the silence so much as it underpins it.