Quotes About Sound

it is a heartBreaking sound, Amir Jan, the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

The shootings and explosions had lasted less than an hour, but they had frightened us badly, because none of us had ever heard gunshots in the streets. They were foreign sounds to us then. The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born.

The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born.

big hazel eyes...she had this laugh... I can still hear it sometimes.

The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness, bathed in the oblivion of whatever drug they had given me.

The sound of his hard-soled shoes on the street faltered. "You live in a church?" My eyes narrowed. "Yeah. But I don't sleep with voodoo dolls." "Huh?" "Never mind.

When memory fails to contain us we must love the past more than ever, to hold it to us—or else the present becomes a meaningless blaze of color and sound, in which no two humans, great elongate beings, will be able to do more than touch at their very lips, their spatial selves—no one will ever truly understand another. To love the past is to become fully human.

Gladness is intoxicating. I fire my gun and an unforgettable echo answers from crag to crag, floats out over the sea and rings in some sleepless helmsman's ears. What am I glad about? A thought that comes to me, a memory, a sound in the forest, a human being. I think of her—I close my eyes and stand still on the road and think of her, counting the minutes.

Puck laughed, and it wasn't like that weird high-pitched giggle she'd heard out of children before, the one that begged the question: why would one possibly tickle a child just to elicit that noise?

The Winchester Ranger Bonded wasn't his normal go-to ammunition, but it was ideal for this scenario. Subsonic to eliminate the crack caused by the round breaking the sound barrier but with excellent penetration capability.

I find the relationship of sensation and physicality, and, for me, it's music like anything else. It's a different way of expressing and exploring sound. I find it really beautiful.

Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you. The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself, and he is the one who has made it all.

If I had a religion, its deity would be Audysseus, the sound God, and He would be a vengeful god, dishing out eternal damnation to people with cheap stage monitors.

Audible at five miles painful at three and lethal at one.

God is a sound frequency, and we can all tune in if we just listen. Some find The Rhythm through different melodies, but it's all music.

Om is the signature sound of this Universe. It is the soundless sound of existence.

I despair about the lack of proper respect shown for the piano. If you want it to sound like a traffic jam, go out in the street and forget the piano. That's not a piano sound.

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.

The gong is not a musical instrument; the gong is God. It is the most pure sound that man could create out of which comes all music, all sounds and all words.

The Gong has the power of Creativity. Absolutely it is a therapy. And it can expand the mind beyond its horizon

Gong is not a drum, or a musical instrument; Gong is God

Gong is the sound that projects you out of your realm to the infinity

Listen to the sound of the earth turning.

Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.