Quotes About Sound

I have heard men snore till I was really afraid they would choke, but as for acknowledging that they had been asleep—never!

They asked me what sonically I could bring to the table, and I told them about this new gadget I had just bought, the Eventide Harmonizer. They asked what it did, and I said, it fucks with the fabric of time.

Some people like to make workout tapes and take them to the gym, but I can't fathom why. Any music I hear in a gym is ruined forever.

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Although recordings were done in London, Winwood confessed he preferred the sound of the cottage: 'Every room has its own character, and the room in the cottage where we do rough takes of the songs has its own special quality, because it is an old house and you can tell what kind of room the sound was recorded in when you listen to the tape.'4 Instead of the airless precision of modern multitrack studios, artificially aged acoustics were the way to go.

The sound of the rampaging Missouri,Bending the reeds again and again—something inside usLike a ghost train in the RockiesAbout to be buried in snow!Its long hootMaking the owl in the Douglas fir turn his head.

One forgets too easily the difference between a man and his image, and that there is none between the sound of his voice on the screen and in real life.

Le cinéma sonore a inventé le silence.

Un cri, un bruit. Leur résonance nous fait deviner une maison, une forêt, une plaine, une montagne. Leur rebond nous indique des distances.

A permanent state of war on the Eastern front will help to form a sound race of men,' the Führer had once said, 'and will prevent us relapsing into the softness of a Europe thrown back upon itself.' But

That had the irritating sound of an old saying.

The one time Egwene had protested that Elyas was the one who wanted to go around hills and he should not blame them, it got her a lecture on how sound carried, delivered in a growl that could have been heard a mile off.

That had been the way of their journey, for the most part. Quiet, except when her temper got the best of her, and sometimes when she shouted the sound of her voice seemed to crash in the silence like breaking glass.

But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark. Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is, the sound of a soul's last breath. Trust is the sound of death.

Those wonderful coincidences of sound and sense between one language and another were also at work, giving each new term an alluring resonance.

I remember distinctly the retarded, inexorable grind of the gravel under the iron tires, a sound that seemed to declare some irreversible process in which we were trapped, as though we were coffee beans dropped in a coffee grinder as big as the world.

The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr, remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. It is the most contented sound in the world.

Moonlight and the murmur of pines blended together so that one could hardly tell which was light and which was sound.

Anne, commenting on city life] I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.

The rustle of the poplar leaves about the house worried her, it sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the dull, far-away roar of the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times, loving its strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy of storm and disaster to a small maiden who particularly wanted a fine day.

I listen to the sound the sea makes. I like it now though it always makes me feel sorrowful, but it's a kind of a nice sorrow.

The old graveyard heard the most charming sound in the world…the low yielding laugh of a girl held prisoner by her lover.

La niña, con asombro, descubrió que el eco le regresaba las palabras. La abuela le explicó que por eso es tan importante honrar a la palabra. Cada sonido que emitimos navega por los aires, pero siempre viene de regreso a nosotros.

My grandmother had a very interesting theory; she said that each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches