Quotes About Sound

The sweetest sound I know is the Muslim call to prayer.

At the edge of his dreams, there was often a sound like the faint, distant cry of someone in distress, and for minutes after waking, he would feel the anxiety of some duty unfulfilled.

Silence that dreadful bell! it frights the isleFrom her propriety.

Holla your name to the reverberate hills,And make the babbling gossip of the airCry out, "Olivia!"

Have you not made a universal shout,That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,To hear the replication of your soundsMade in her concave shores?

And the vile squealing of the wry-neck'd fife.

They are not a pipe for fortune's fingerTo sound what stop she please. Give me that manThat is not passion's slave, and I will wear himIn my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,As I do thee. Something too much of this.

Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

And let the welkin roar.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

I never heardSo musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odor!

The saying is true, "The empty vessel makes the greatest sound."

But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me...

Like a strutting player, whose conceitLies in his hamstring, and doth think it richTo hear the wooden dialogue and sound'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage.

In the porches of mine ears.

This music mads me: let it sound no more.

Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

You will never be alone, you hear so deep a sound when autumn comes.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it—I breathed it into my ears. Little

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

The most prized possession in this music is your own unique sound. Through sound, jazz leads you to the core of yourself and says "Express that." Through jazz, we learn that people are never all one way. Each musician has strengths and weaknesses. We enjoy hearing musicians struggle with their parts, and if we go one step further and learn to accept the strong and weak parts of people around us and of ourselves, life comes at us much more easily. A judge has a hard time out here.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.